Stanley Risque Poems

 

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  THE COCK o’ THE NORTH

 

A Stanley conversation piece without equal.  

 

By Exile

 

Frae the bonniest land locked county that man has ever seen,

Came the most outstanding member that there has ever been,

He’s been described so many ways it leaves you in no doubt,

Wae his prolific pyjama python, his turgid trouser trout,

His ‘nom de plume’ was fitting, his family jewels his treasure,

The ‘Cock o’ The North’ owr other men always had the measure,

 

What a worthy baton of honour was this organ of destruction,

This King Kong of the willy world, this elephantine erection,

Much sought after by the lassies and envied by the men,

Frae the Borders and the Lowlands through the Grampians tae the ‘Ben’,

Frae The Mull o’ Kintyre tae the Firth o’ the Forth,

He was simply referred to as the ‘Cock o’ The North’

 

This magnificent marrow of burdensome weight,

Disadvantaged his balance and affected his gait,

It affected his hair and made him gang bald,

Sapped the strength frae' his soul, and made him look auld,

He exercised his proud puddin’ for a’ he was worth,

Well was he referred tae as the ‘Cock o’ The North’,

 

It saw action abroad, out in the Far East,

Whaur Malayans and Chinese thought him a beast,

Gentle Indian women thought him a God,

The Kama Sutra was fun with this incredible rod,

An anatomical oddity frae the day o’ his birth,

He wore the crown easy as the ‘Cock o’ The North’,

 

The Great Stanley Sausage was often debated,

This appreciable appendage was ne'er under-rated,

Encouraged in bar rooms, he'd pull it out of his pocket,

The end of it looked like a five shilling rocket,

This notorious nadger, the finest on earth,

Was simply referred to as the 'Cock o' the North'.

 

When he's drawn his last breath an he's lying at rest,

Inform the undertaker the coffin must be the best,

Strong joints made o' hardwood, long screws just in case,

His mind starts tae wander an' a smile comes tae his face,

In a state of arousal he would prise the lid off,

An leave mourners transfixed to the 'Cock o' the North'

 

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