A little poem for ya'
better than the Jim Carrey movie.....
On the fourteenth of june, at night, on the street.
Where they open the hydrant to cool off the heat.
Horton the hippo was splashing, having great fun.
When my little Horton heard someone.
"How bout a date you'll never forget?"
Horton stared at a HO.. wearing thigh high fish nets.
"I'll treat you right and show you heaven"
So they went to the alley behind the 7-11.
"let's get this done quick, so nobody knows"
Then Horton saw something bulging through her panty hose.
Wait! said horton, "what rot, what rot!"
"You're not a woman, a HO you are not!"
"Bull$hit!", said the HO, "now, give me my money"
Up drove her pimp named 'sweet sugar honey'
He popped my man horton, three times in the head.
If you ask the Ho, he's lucky he's not dead.
Toots and bazookas, lollipops, green and red,
were dancing around poor hortons bruised head.
The moral of Hortons story, sad, but true.
NEVER trust a Ho with a bigger weenie than you.
hope everyone is having a great weekend....
