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.