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Vicars, Twickers and Knickers

 
There was a young lady from Twickers,
who to church never wore any knickers.
She sat in the front,
a-flashing her cunt
and exciting all of the vicars.
 
When reading their sermon selection,
they stared in that lady's direction.
Her cunt was so juicy –
in no way a loosie! –
the vicars all got an erection!
 
Those vicars were tempted to sin.
They wanted to ram their cock in.
Her tight little pussy,
not shaved, was so bushy,
an Amazon rainforest quim!
 
Then Jesus rose up from the dead,
with the crown of thorns still on his head,
crying, 'Stop this behaviour!
I am your saviour!
So please let me fuck her instead!’..

 
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Written by jonesy333
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Filling in an idle five minutes 😇
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