Par engleskih veselih pjesmica,ko kuži engleski,smijat će se,ko ne kuži,ne kuži.

There was a young girl from Devizes
Had tits of different sizes;
one it was small
and worth nothing at all;
the other was big and won prizes

There was a young fellow from kent
whose prick was peculiarly bent
to save himself trouble
he shoved it in double
instead of coming he went

There was once a man from Nantucket
whose cock was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin,
as he wiped spunk off his chin,
if my ear were a cunt, I'd fuck it

There was a young lady from Exeter
so pretty that men craned their necks at 'er
and one went so far
as to wave from his car
The distinguishing mark of his sex at 'er

There was a young poet from Crewe
Whose limericks stopped at line two

There once was a man from Madras,
whose balls were constructed of brass.
When jangled together,
they played 'stormy weather',
and lightning shot out of his ass.

THE MAN FROM NANTUCKET WAS I,
FOR MY COCK IS THE SIZE OF A THIGH.
I FILLED UP YOUR SISTER
WHO ADDRESSED ME AS MISTER
VERILY GUARANTEE IT DO I

There once was a bishop of Birmingham
who seduced yound girls while confirming 'em
the dirty old bassok
he lifted his cassock
and stuck his episcopal worm in 'em

There was a young lady named Alice
Who used a dynamite stick as a phallus
Her vagina was found
In North Carolina
And her asshole in Buckingham Palace.

There was a young fellow named Dave
who found a dead whore in a cave
he must hava had pluck
to have a cold fuck
but think of the money he'd save

There once was a lady named Cager,
Who as the result of a wager,
Consented to fart
The entire oboe part
Of Mozart's quartet in F-major.

There was a young girl from Detroit
who at screwing was very adroit
she could squeeze her vagina
to a pinpoint or finer
or open it out like a quoit

There was a young lady from Hitchin
was scratching her cunt in the kitchen
her mother said 'Rose
it's the crabs I suppose'
Rose said 'Bollocks! get on with your stitchin''