Now the freezin cold does shrink my cock
And I have heard a woolen sock
Will do man a better deed
Than wicked spillin of his seed.
Variation on a theme:
When the frost in on the punkin'
T'is the time for dickie dunkin.
Or,
When the weather's hot and sticky,
Then it's time for dunkin' dickie.
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Or,
Hooray! Hooray! The first of May
Outdoor f***ing begins today!
A millennium ago the monks were already singing
dum torpescit ver a solo
tepet amor pecorum.
Numquam amans sequi volo
vices temporum
bestiali more.
(while spring lies stiff in the ground,
the lust of the cattle cools.
But as a lover I will never follow
the changes of the season
after the manner of beasts.)
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