Azores
There was an old whore from the Azores,
Who’s cunt was so covered with sores,
That the dogs in the street,
Wouldn’t eat the green meat,
That hung from festoons in her drawers.
There was an old whore from the Azores,
Who’s cunt was so covered with sores,
That the dogs in the street,
Wouldn’t eat the green meat,
That hung from festoons in her drawers.