A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in one of the kondike
halls and the jink who trickled the music box as slowly scratching his
balls. Faro kid, hand on the box of a lady known as Lou, while down
on the floor on top of a whore lady dangerous Dan McGrew. Out of the
night, which was dark as a bitch, into that hole came a dirty prick
from the fork of the creek with a ten months load in pole. His pants
were split and cock full of shit as he seated himself on a keg. And
his balls hung low and swung to and fro with every move of his leg.
His face was red as a baboon's ass as the passion within him burned
when he hauled out his cock to show the flock, everyone's asshole
squirmed. In his dirty old clothes he sat ready to hose any bitch
that came his way, and he beat his cock with a piece of rock and said,
"I want to play." He made one pass at the barkeep's ass but he missed
him by a hair. The barkeep howled and the stranger growled and his
voice was like that of a bear. The lights went out and we sprang for
the door and the stranger leaped in the dark, but his aim was true
and the sparks they flew as his tallywacker found its mark. The lights
went on and the stranger rose with a satisfied look on his pan, while
pitched on the floor with his asshole tore, lay poor old cornholed Dan.

"Bawdy Songs And Parodies" by Paul Cameron. Austin, Texas, 1963.
Submitted to Dr. Roger Abrahams folklore class.

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