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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus (No injury was obvious) But Jock bruised his willy And now he feels silly With todger strapped up in a truss WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON Old Jock had injured and bruised his man thing His doc said "Jock, you'll need a tartan sling" He's now looking quite built Bulging under his kilt Lassies swoon when he does the Highland fling. After a week his thing turned black and blue Jock said "hoots mon, what am I ganna do" But he'd left it too late Doc had to amputate And now poor Jock has to sit on the loo. WRITTEN BY TOM CUNNINGHAM He washed his new jock, it was new So it tightly embraced both its crew But after the race Oh what a disgrace His now aching partners were blue WRITTEN BY JOHN LAWLESS Jock stumbled and he landed face down Injuring the jewel in his crown His bruised pride and joy swelled By awe it was beheld Jock's tackle became talk of the town. The doctor said I know just the thing To give support to your ding-a-ling Doc got Jock's bits strapped up Jock swore and he cussed For doc said it could be longstanding. Jock's dilemma can be seen by all He's going nuts because of the fall He's craving free willy To swing willy-nilly And longs to unstrap his cannon ball. WRITTEN BY BELLE BELLEVUE Now Jock knew about liquid nitrogen But sprayed on far more than he might have done So just when it mattered One tap and it shattered And Jock said Hoots mon, me old fright’ner’s gone He said Doc, I need a new caber My wife has never gone through labour The Doc held his gaze Grabbed three treble A’s And sewed on on a three foot light sabre WRITTEN BY TERRY FLOOD Jock managed to get his willy banged up, He cried loud like a little newborn pup, Stayed in bed a week, It hurt to take a leak, All because he slipped on his sippy cup WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y IF ANYONE WISHES TO ADD POEMS PLEASE SOUPMAIL THEM TO ME
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