Mr Blunt.

[Mrs Ophelia Mulholland]

There was once a man called Bert Blunt
Who was an ugly fat little runt;
His spots and bad breath
Scared the girls all to death;
So he never once got any cunt.

[Beautiful Butterfly]

I wish I had a cunt of my own. But my op is booked so I soon will have one!

[Stanley Brown]

This sort of filth is what brings the internet down to the level of porn. You are a disgrace to the fairer sex. Thankyou. Stanley.

[westcuntry]

Hey Mrs Mulholland,
I find your poem rather.....grand,
Your humour about no cunny,
Rather sad, very funny,
And hey Stanley Brown,
Do away with the frown,
Live and let live artistic licence flowing,
The subtle play of words so knowing,
Of poor old Bert Blunt lonely life,
No woman, no sexy wife,
Not even stinky finger,
No pussy smell to linger,
Sad life beating his meat.
No hot pussy no special treat,
Joining of bodys, exquisite merging,
Just a ugly, lonely sad old virgin,
Remembering my past life,
Now I'm on number three wife,
All those eager slippery swollen slits,
My ecstatic female hits,
Untold orgiastic fun with so many a lovers,
But now I'm with the love of my life, the one above all others,
But sex is lust, nothing wrong with that,
A good old dirty make love roughly down on the mat,
Sore knees, long fucking on the floor,
H'mm dont do that any more,
So I think I must stop smoking this weed,
I digress, yes indeed

[Edna Sweetlove]

Your poem is lovely.

[spamheid]

I have met Bert Blunt and every word of this is true.