Big Cock Chains with vegan goods

 

Will woo the hash through Bernal hood,

 

Trailing flour across the hills

 

A climb to break even Buck Fucka’s will

 

 

 

But not even missed marks by Pepe Le Poop,

 

Nor Cuming Mutha’s moustache’s droop,

 

Nor Dickweed’s refrain on motored things,

 

Nor Mandatory Fun’s effort to sing, 

 

 

 

Neither Do Her Well’s soliloquy on hot gals

 

Nor Bloqueen’s hashing rationale,

 

Nor Fleshlight and Golden Snowball’s latest trip

 

Nor Hand Pump losing the keg’s drip,

 

 

 

Neither Eat My Pussy soaking wet

 

Nor Foul Ball’s virgins we never met,

 

Nor Cosmopolitits holding her shit

 

Nor Dick Simmons taking a picture of it,

 

 

 

Neither Fuck Norris finding herself lost

 

Nor Just Will learning the beer’s true cost

 

Nor Yessiryesshesfat’s shit-eating grin

 

Nor Bierectional trying to win,

 

 

 

Neither Mouth Down South making plans

 

Nor Just Doesn’t Get It’s attention span,

 

Nor Just Chaz’s nearly fatal blow

 

Nor Got Wood finding the pace too slow,

 

 

 

Neither Millimeter Peter chasing Wee Wee

 

Nor all Five Angry Inches we can see,

 

Nor Tuna on Top cutting remarks

 

Nor On All Fours working in the dark,

 

 

 

Neither Cum Test Dummy running amock,

 

Nor Hello Titties’s hashing luck

 

Nor Dick Ass’s darkened sense of humor

 

Nor Muff Daddy’s latest salacious rumor.

 

 

 

Neither Bierectional’s crooked path

 

Nor Can’t Eat Pussy’s mileage math,

 

Nor Cockamole’s avocado hoarding

 

None leave this hash feeling unrewarding

 

 

 

For tonight nothing could raise the ire

 

Of hashers, warm as if by a fire,

 

Just give us food, beer, and a roof

 

Not even Fuck Buddy would find it uncouth,

 

 

 

So with full bellies and warm spirits we’ll sing

 

In a neighborhood where they’ll let our curses ring

 

To drink to good friends and the time’s we’ve shared

 

And to the hearts (and the body parts) that we’ve bared.