Wkailey

In Boston circa '69 there was a highly distributed paper called "The Bloody Sheets" from somewhere (Harvard?, MIT?) with a collection of what passed for humor among us in those dark times. It contained a version of "The kings castration" which I remember as:

'Twas the night of the king's castration, the royal ball was coming off. Counts, discounts, and no-accounts stood around cameldunging each other, for in those days bullshit had not yet been invented.

Everyone was having a good time except Daniel. This angered the king who ordered Daniel to come forth. However Daniel slipped on a lion turd and only came in fifth. Daniel was so angry that he picked up the turd and threw it at random. Unfortunately, Random ducked and it hit the king.

"Oh SHIT!" cried the king, (for it was) and 20,000 loyal subjects squatted and grunted, for in those days the king's word was law and the king ruled with an iron hand.

"Where is the princess?" asked the king.

"In bed with laryngitis," said the queen.

"I'll kill that frigging Greek!" said the king, "Oh well, screw the princess."

And 20,000 loyal subjects were trampled in the rush, for in those days the king's word was law, and the king ruled with an iron hand.

"Oh balls," said the king, not because he wanted to, but because he had two.

"Balls yourself," said the queen, "If I had two, I could be king."