There were two Teutonic virgins came down from Barton Broad

Dirndls flapping, bosoms heaving, the ideots thought they'd scored.

A trip to Stuttgart's Canstatter Volksfest was definitely in the offing
The virgins danced, the ideots drank - the ma? they were a-quaffing

Jess and Klobo, off like rockets, started on the schnaps
Yellalee, our chaperone, nearly gave them slaps.

Beer after beer, song after song, until they could drink no more
The virgins giggled as Tudders danced, kneeling on the floor.

Jim Nasium's vigour in shouting 'Prost' was causing all to glower
He bust his glass over mbk's head, giving him a shower.

The journey onwards was full of song, jafski collecting tickets on the train
He got lost, as we got off, he got back on again.

APB wanted more beer and we found some sort of dungeon
A bit like his at home, in which he does his plunging.

jafski lost it, tired and drunk, he went and bust his braces
Off in a huff, he left us there to our own disgraces.

Leaning on a fence outside was one Mr Nasium, Jim
He'd had his fill and couldn't fit any more in.

At the hotel we reconvened, late on in the bar
jafski emerged, a man anew, having heard us from afar.

Laughing, singing and storytelling, the ideots were having fun right then
The very next day, we all got up and did it all over again.

Posted By: malkybarkid on September 22nd 2014 at 13:49:45

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