Wednesday, August 20, 2008
The Rime of the Scrotey Mariner
It is a scrotey Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
‘By thy long beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp’st thou me ?
The boat hott’s doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin ;
The boobs are met, the cleavite is set :
May’st hear the merry din.’
He holds him with his douchey hand (gesture),
‘There was a ship,’ quoth he.
‘Hold off ! unhand me, grey-beard loon !’
Eftsoons his hand dropt The Shocker (and made the ‘Rocker Horns’).
He holds him with his douche-face eye (and kissy lips)–
The HCwDB-Guest stood true,
And listens like a three years’ child :
The Mariner smelled like douche-poo.
(with apologies to Coleridge)
