There's this, a bladder full of piss,
And that, a ferocious freshwater human rat.
It occurred to Knuth uncouth,
For ass though, it needed to be fat.
When heavy huge tits,
Went to dream down south Dartmouth.
She was supposed to hit big in the hole,
When this rat Knuth, shit in her mouth.
Thunder in fart, apologies to art,
Methinks my asshole is on fire, Knuth said.
Such tales he told to the wife of old,
Only to drowsy sleepy thoughts in his head.
How much more asked the whore,
When knuth was awake, she was cutting it.
Next time, she said, spare the call,
I hate people who talk when they can't even shit.
He caught the girl, amidst her snarl,
He roared like a fart: Where bitch?
He found it lying on the bed,
He ran to the hospital for a stitch.
A stitch in time could've saved nine,
But here he lost on the clock.
To get his dick reinstalled,
He had to suck ten doctor's cock.
Now back at home, got several syndromes,
Now not an ordinary life.
He sits in the corner, like a cornered rat,
When his wife cuts veggies with a knife.
