Sing a song of sexpence, pocket full of lies, four of twenty hard dicks stuffed in some pies. When the pies were opened, then the lies would sing, "Wasn't that a dainty bitch, to make their testes ring?" The porn was in the Madam's house, drawing in some money; Whores were in the parlour, greeting...
Continue reading "Sing a Song of Sexpence"



