THE COREHOLLING OF DANGEROUS DAN McGREW

[I think that it should be CORNHOLING, 999]

A couple of boys were whooping it up in one of those Youkon halls;
While the boy handling the music box was scratching his balls.
The Faro Kid had his hand on the box of a lady known as Lou,
And there on the floor, on top of a whore, was dangerous Dan McGrew
When out of the night as black as a bitch and into the din and smoke
Came a shaky old prick right up from the crick with a rusty old load in his poke
He elbowed his way through the flea bitten crowd with his hand at the crotch of his pants
He looked like a man with a dose of the clap and the last stages of St. Vitus Dance
His britches were split and covered with spit; it looked like the white of an egg

His balls hung low and swung too and fro every time he moved a leg
His face was as red as a baboon's ass as the passion within him burned
He rolled out his cock to display to the flock, and every asshole squirmed
The lights went out. I ducked to the floor. The stranger sprang in the dark

His aim wag true and the sparks they flew as the donicker found its mark
The wind it blew and the shit it flew as I looked around the room
There were sighs and moans and farts and groans, and six bodies
Lay stacked in the gloom
The lights case on and the stranger arose with a satisfied look on his pan;

And there on the floor with his asshole tore
Lay poor old corn-holed Dan


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