This post has got absolutely nothing to do with the subject of this blog. I'm posting it becasue I've been in stitches today swapping dirty and rude poems or limericks we rember from our youth. This was/is my best: -

The sun shone on the village green
It shine on Little Nell
Was she Picking Daisies
Was she fucking hell
She was waiting for her lover
The dirty mother fucker
He wasn't fit, to shovel shit from one place to another.
He met her in an ally way
His cock was black as charchole
And in the dark, he missed his mark
And stuck it up her arsehole.

What sort of person would teach that to a ten year old? I can't remember but somebody did.

Anymore for anymore?