Twisted versions of some well known children's rhymes and stories. |
Little Tommy Tucker Was an ugly fucker Who couldn’t sing for a dime He was taken by wanking Self abusing yanking Which of course was no crime He sang on the street For something to eat But soon realised there was none For his vocal was shit Like a rake through grit Until pity was shown by someone He was given bread And an offer was said By a flamboyant but very thin man Tucker didn’t think twice Just named his price And was soon in the back of a van He worked only at night Using a knife just right After hours of digging in the cold A body snatcher was he Commanding a hefty fee To him flesh and blood became gold No questions asked Large sums he amassed Growing rich from each body part He had his face rearranged His wanking days remained Until he married a money grabbing tart It all went wrong After not very long When she left him and took all his loot Not a penny to his name The sperm bank was his game A fiver for every load he did shoot He passed his time Wanking off just fine Building his fortune once more from scratch But in time he found To his dick he was bound And it, not a woman, was his perfect match. |