Entered 1484 contest sponsored by Brian Strand
There was a young Aussie called Billy An ant attached and bit the end of his willy made him holler and dance all these ants invaded his pants His swearing and cursing for miles was heard very shrilly She began to twist in contortion Her legs now a state misproportion her neck it did crack she fell out of her sack Now moves about with much caution Every morning took off for a jog One day got stuck in a bog how does one now get out for help a desperate shout Eventually hopped out transformed here as a bullfrog A young man supplied equipment for sport To a local nearby family squash court a girl a mis-hit on one of his balls to the floor with much laughter she falls In pain he declares this squash game with danger is fraught A demure young lassie called Jilly Owned a beautiful black and white filly The last ride was a farce horse bucked Jilly's flat on her ass In a landscape that's rocky and hilly Then a long came Billy the Bonk A left hook had injured his conk in bed with another man's wife took off for the flight of his life All the geese in observance let out a boisterous honk A blonde affectionately known as Annie Her desire for love is uncanny all her clothes she did shed too much time in her bed She's now known as overworked Fanny footnote Sack a colloquial term for bed in Australia
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Entered 1484 contest sponsored by Brian Strand