You've all heard of Eskimo Nell, Of whom many raconteurs tell, That gal from the Yukon, Whom simply to look on, Caused many men's todgers to swell. Alas that fine lass is no more, And Innuits, lacking a whore, Must creep to the lair Of some she polar bear, And therewith attempt for to score. These ursuline creatures resent Such strange violations and rent Man's flesh with their claws, As against natural laws, And much time recovering's spent. So fellas, if you want to go, To find such relief in the snow, Prepare, ere you start, A sedative dart, I've been there, done that, so I know.
Saturday, December 30, 2006