Hans, he voss a hansum man <br />And far from destitute <br />Mit plenty money in der can <br />To pay for weekly prostitute <br /> <br />And zo, he vent to Helga’s den <br />Down off ze Reeperbahn. <br />He had a hump der, now an zen <br />Undt just becoz he can! <br /> <br />“I vant to have der Kinky sex <br />And thrill you wit mein power” <br />She slowly opened wide her leks <br />“Ok but it’s 300 Euros per hour! ” <br /> <br />She led him to ze darkened room <br />Ver she had taken many boys <br />Her eyes bulged with a sonic boom <br />As from his sack, he pulled his toys. <br /> <br />Four big springs with ties to lash <br />And a plastic duck call thing <br />He asked if she would have a bash <br />And he would make her scream and sing <br /> <br />The springs vent on her arms and legs <br />The duck call in her mouth, <br />He bounced and banged her, such great sex <br />1 hour before his old man went south! <br /> <br />“Mein Gott”, she cried. “You shall not pay! <br />The thrill had made her filled but weak. <br />“What was that called? ” He heard her say. <br />He told her, “Four Sprung Duck Technique! ” <br /> <br /> <br />(Rhymed version of a classic joke.)<br /><br />Reece Kaye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hans-off-my-woman/
