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Ha. George I hope you don't mind if I post this but I found it on our computer (strange since we discussed it not long ago) and I JUST HAD TO LET PEOPLE SEE IT! You nasty, nasty person!
In case you're wondering in Mr. Banker's English class we read the Canterbury Tales, or at least the prologue, and then we had to do one of our own. A lot of the lines in the original are rather dirty and this modern one just gets me bad. It's ten times dirtier than anything my class wrote. Way to go Brother.
The Woman from Austin
And from Austin, a Libertarian,
With placards and signs in her carry-on
(Although bras and razors ne’er to be found)
Simply enough, she let hair grow all ‘round:
Her thighs, her calves, upper lip and armpits
Hecklers would often call her droopy tits.
In hemp and tie-dye she gave her speeches
Showing all men to be sex-crazed leeches
She said, “Cheerleading is truly a sin,
A crime, a heinous act against women.”
And so she went to San An’ to protest,
To fight for women for they are the best.
A verbal woman, but also lonely
She buried her desire down deeply.
Hiding behind a mask, no one could see
The real woman she was: needy indeed.
“Everything’s bigger in Texas.” They say.
She longed for a man with which she could play
She longed for a man who played with his balls.
Could run down the court, ‘bout seven feet tall.
But it could not be, for she was well-known,
For hating men high, and hating men low.
No man approached her, not a single soul
She’d live forever with a gaping hole,
In her heart, full of misery and grief,
Always hoping for lovemaking relief.
So she lived and protested ev’ryday
She longed and wanted, but to her dismay,
She never could find a suitor to fit,
A man who could aim at her heart, and hit.
Special Feature!!!!!
Alternate Ending…..
So she lived and protested ev’ryday
She longed and wanted, but to her dismay
She never could find a suitor, you know
To fill up her heart, and fill her below.
Ha. George I hope you don't mind if I post this but I found it on our computer (strange since we discussed it not long ago) and I JUST HAD TO LET PEOPLE SEE IT! You nasty, nasty person!
In case you're wondering in Mr. Banker's English class we read the Canterbury Tales, or at least the prologue, and then we had to do one of our own. A lot of the lines in the original are rather dirty and this modern one just gets me bad. It's ten times dirtier than anything my class wrote. Way to go Brother.
The Woman from Austin
And from Austin, a Libertarian,
With placards and signs in her carry-on
(Although bras and razors ne’er to be found)
Simply enough, she let hair grow all ‘round:
Her thighs, her calves, upper lip and armpits
Hecklers would often call her droopy tits.
In hemp and tie-dye she gave her speeches
Showing all men to be sex-crazed leeches
She said, “Cheerleading is truly a sin,
A crime, a heinous act against women.”
And so she went to San An’ to protest,
To fight for women for they are the best.
A verbal woman, but also lonely
She buried her desire down deeply.
Hiding behind a mask, no one could see
The real woman she was: needy indeed.
“Everything’s bigger in Texas.” They say.
She longed for a man with which she could play
She longed for a man who played with his balls.
Could run down the court, ‘bout seven feet tall.
But it could not be, for she was well-known,
For hating men high, and hating men low.
No man approached her, not a single soul
She’d live forever with a gaping hole,
In her heart, full of misery and grief,
Always hoping for lovemaking relief.
So she lived and protested ev’ryday
She longed and wanted, but to her dismay,
She never could find a suitor to fit,
A man who could aim at her heart, and hit.
Special Feature!!!!!
Alternate Ending…..
So she lived and protested ev’ryday
She longed and wanted, but to her dismay
She never could find a suitor, you know
To fill up her heart, and fill her below.