Nemo
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The boy stood on the burning deck,
The flames had caught the sails.
He jumped about - his feet on fire,
On red-hot scalding nails!
The boy stood on the burning deck,
His balls caught in a zither!
He pulled it off - it flew right back
And sliced up half his liver!
The boy stood on the burning deck.
He tried to reach the Poop.
Butt, alas so frightened, he
Required a pooper scoop!
The boy stood on the burning deck -
The flames licked higher and higher.
He then commenced a sprightly dance,
His underpants on fire.
The boy stood on the freezing deck,
With ice around his testes.
He needn't have been quite so cold -
He'd forgot his pants and vesties!
The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all had gone to bed.
Except the Captain's wife, rude lass,
A-giving him some head!
The boy stood by the smoking pan,
His nostrils all a quiver.
He took a sniff - a lovely whiff -
Some onions and some liver!
The boy stood by river bank,
His sphincter all a quiver.
A Tookas niff - an ugly whiff
Polluted all the river!
The boy stood on the burning deck;
He tried to reach the mast.
Butt alas he was too late,
Coz Bummer grabbed his arse!
(Bummer Mayhew - a metalwork teacher at Acland Buggery School in the
days when they covered up for pædophiles instead of gettin em arrested!!)