The bunch from last month made waves, so I found a few more for your pleasure. I hope you like these little gems that I worked hard to put together. I hope they’re not too salty for your liking…
“The cabin boy,
The cabin boy,
The dirty little nipper.
Put broken glass,
Within his ass
And circumcised the
skipper”
There was a young lady of
Crewe,
Whose cunt was so straight
and so true.
That the Navy, when
fighting,
Could use it for sighting,
And at full range could
sink a canoe.
There was a young lady
named Miller,
Not a man in the Navy
could fill’er.
She was tied to the stern,
When the wheel took a
turn,
And was near fucked to
death by a typhoon.
At the corner of Sutter
and Taylor,
Lay a girl being fucked by
a sailor.
From the crowd came loud
cheers,
Except for two Queers,
As they watched his great
instrument nail her.
In the Army and Navy the
toast is,
To the talented USO
hostess.
Who was diddled by scores,
Whoe could not afford
whores.
Of hostesses she was the mostest!
A great surgical genius
named Taylor,
Grafted tits on the back
of a sailor,
If his ass had held out,
There is hardly a doubt,
That the cash would have
filled up a whaler.
Each Friday his engines
abort,
But Scotty is never caught
short.
He fills his machines
With Space-Navy beans,
And farts his ship back
into port.
There was a Greek sailor
form Thalia,
Who knew several ways to
regale ya,
His principal trump,
Was his cute little rump,
Just behind his huge
genitalia.
Meat-rationing did not
terrify Miss Davey,
She got married to a
sailor in the Navy,
For she knew between his
legs,
He had ham and he had
eggs,
A big wienie, and oodles
of white gravy.
A Sailor who’d been ashore
drinking,
Dreamed he’d slipped
overboard and was sinking.
Indeed he was sunk,
And he smelled like a
skunk,
AS he lay in the urinal
stinking.
I lost my arm in the Army,
I lost my leg in the Navy.
I lost my balls,
Over Niagara Falls,
And I lost my cock in a
lady.
There was a young girl
from Knox,
Who had no experience with
cocks.
She dated a sailor,
Who started to tail her,
And left her to nurse a
sore box.
A horny young sailor named
Clark,
Once picked up a slut in
the park.
She was ugly and crude,
And a horror when nude,
But was good for a fuck in
the dark.
A sailor who slept in the sun
Woke to find his
fly-buttons undone.
He remarked with a smile,
“Jesus Christ, a sundial!”
And it’s now a quarter
past one.
There was a young sailor
named Peck,
Who kept his brute
passions in check.
By thinking of bloomers,
Testicular tumors,
And beating his meat below
deck.
There once was a sailor
named Schlitz,
Who landed on an island of
tits.
When the nipples would
function,
Without any compunction,
He’d avidly gum them to
bits.
We have a yen, we sailor
men,
For cunt juice plain and
nasty.
And look at him, instead
of quim,
He counsels pederasty!
But those sailor men, with
the horny yen,
Their heat was not
diminished
Till they stubbed their
cocks upon the rocks,
And their dreams of tail
were finished.
( Fin )
