I heard there was a poetry slam.

Green Mofo and DATY
by some pig

Do you like DATY, Mofo?
I do not like DATY, bro

Would you lick it here or there?
I would not lick it here or there
I do not like DATY, I swear

Would you eat her if she were a spinner fox
Would you eat her wearing MILF socks
I would not eat her if she were a spinner fox
I would not eat her wearing MILF socks

Would you? Could you?
In a car?
Eat her! Eat her, here she are
You may like it You will see
You may taste her and hear her squeal

I would not, could not in a car
I will not eat her in my jaguar
I will not like it, let me be
I will not lick her behind the wheel

Would you? Could you?
If she were disguised as a goat
Would you? Could you?
On a boat

I would not could not on a boat
I will not, will not if she's disguised as a goat
Not in a car, not in a hoe-house
Not with socks or if she squeal
I will not eat her waxed Brasil
I will not taste her here or there
I will not taste her anywhere

You do not like DATY so you say
Try her try her and you may

Mister
If you let me be
I will lick her
You will see

Slurp, sluuuup, slickity slip...
"Ohh Ahhh UUUmity SHIT!"
"Yeah baby, don't stop baby"
"Ummma Yummmma Ohhh YEAH!"

Say!
I like getting her off
My tongue is tired, but my ego is boff
I will eat her waxed Brasil
I will eat her and make her squeal
I will DATY in a car, I will DATY like a rock star
I will lick her here or there, I will lick her everywhere
I like DATY but I wish
That I never get a whif of tuna fish

Alas, dear maiden, doth ye sell yonder wares?

Oh yes, my prince, for what doth thy cares?
Will thou shower my body with kisses & lust?
And cleanse the remnants of my old pussy dust?

I will my queen, & that forsooth
For you see I have acquired a pussy loving tooth

Then Come hither young man, and straddle my groin,
Fill my nether regions with the juice of thy loin,
Yea but first, fill my pockets with thy hard earned coin,

My lady I wish to make good on my claim,
To scroll your name thustly, & brag of your fame,
But A poor farmer boy, I am covered with shame

Then flee from this place, whoremongers & tricks, Hence...
Return ye next moon, when you have 60 pence
Then wallow in my favor, my pillows my trench,
So you see I'm no lady, just a lowballrz wench

I shall return at the moon, when the salmon run free
Your door I'll be knocking, just watch & you'll see