The dirty duet, as I remember it:Open the door, you god damned whore! said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.Who's that knocking at my door? said the fair young maiden.It's me and my crew, we come for a screw! said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.Will you take me to the dance? said the fair young maiden.To hell with dance and down with your pants! said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.Shall we do it in the grass? said the fair young maiden.To hell with grass, it tickles my ass! said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.What's that running down my leg? said the fair young maiden.It's only shellac to fill up your crack! said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.What if you should get diseased? said the fair young maiden.I'll call up the doc to cut off my cock! said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.What if we should have a child? said the fair young maiden.We'll dig a ditch and bury the bitch! said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.What if ma and pa find out? said the fair young maiden.I'll shoot your pa and fuck your ma! said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.What if you should go to jail? said the fair young maiden.I'll knock down the walls with my ten ton balls! said Baracle Bill the Sailor.What if the walls are made of steel? said the fair young maiden.I'll pick the lock with my ten foot cock! said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
The first time I ever used a swear word was in a poem:Gene, Gene, made a machine.Joe, Joe, made it go.Art, Art, let a fart.Blew the whole machine apart.
I remember the first dirty poem I ever heard:She stood so fairin the midnight airas the wind blew up her nightie.Her tits hung looselike the balls on a moose.JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY!She jumped in bedand hid her headand swore I couldn't find her.I knew damn wellshe lied like hell.I jumped in bed beside her.I snuck"Old Pete"right through the sheetand up her coffee grinder.The color of eggran down her leg.The rest went up her hinder.
