The Golden Moose
Once upon a land in a time far away.
Lived a poor family who homed in dismay
Sons had the horny father and Mother
Each son had 2 brothers
The youngest was Jack
Known as Dummy for being slack
The older two were Elton and Dave
The sounds of which made their father rave
One day they ran out of wood
The oldest was asked to fetch some and he said he would.
So Elton went out his pink axe in hand
With his pink frosted cake and wine he did look grand.
Ventured into the forest ready to cut
Full of pride he knew how to strut
He went to swing his axe at the tree
When an old man interrupted “Excuse me”
“May I have a little of your cake”
He asked the foul snake
“If I give you some I wont have any for my fat face
Now bugger off, you’re a disgrace”
The man left but he had a plan
Just before the wood cutting began
Elton noticed a round hole in the plant
Without thinking twice he whipped down his pants
Something within began to suck and blow
Just like one a proper hoe.
Then with one quick thud.
Elton was no longer a stud.
His penis dropped inside the tree to the ground.
And his weapon would never again be found.
He ran home to be sew up by mummy
All but he found it funny.
Next they sent Dave
Who was ready to face anything, he was so brave.
Sent with steak and beer
He felt he had nothing to fear.
But before he began the work
He began to Jerk
And drunk the beer before the man could ask
So his penis too was axed
Finally Dummy was sent to cut down an Oak
But all that was left for him was Rola Cola Coke
And his mothers left over Shepard’s pie
Which was disgusting the first time!
He wondered into the forest axe dragging on the floor
“Excuse me young man I can’t help but notice your
Pie and coke in your bag. May I have a little?”
“You can have it all! But it won’t entice your spittle!”
Dummy handed it over and the old paedophile did feast
For an hour and a half at least.
“Don’t I get a reward or something? That’s how fairy tales go!”
“Yes yes, cut down that tree and you’re prize will be below”
He hacked away and was shocked to see
Cramped inside the tiny hollow tree
A golden moose was standing on its tippy toes,
With two tiny penis’ beginning to decompose.
With the golden elk lead by its horns
He ignored the young children that did scorn
And went down the local whorehouse
It wasn’t long before he was undoing a girl’s blouse
The Elk remained in the stable while Dummy had his fun
Vaginal, oral, sixty-nine and up the bum
A whore snuck in, in the night.
And when she saw the golden moose she squealed in delight
She went to pull out one of its buttocks hairs
And found her fingers stuck up there
A girl came out to help
When she too became stuck she began to yelp
The next morning when Dummy came out
The angry girls began to scream and shout.
He led the elk into the town
And as more people “helped” he had more following him around
He took his elk and conga of people to the nearest king’s house
Where a king lived with a daughter and his latest spouse
The princess had never cried
Not since her mother died
But when she saw the line of whores
She positively roared
For her mother had died in a conga line
When the girl was only nine
The king spoke that they should be wed
But only if he passed three trials instead
The trials were impossible for someone so thick
Or for one who couldn’t keep his mind off his dick
Like licking ones elbow
Refraining from eating yellow snow
And finally he was told to find a boat
That sailed on land and on water did float
Soon the trials were complete
Through what seemed a tremendous feat.
He won the princesses heart
Then persuaded her to dress like a tart
With a little magic help from his paedophile friend
He made the young girl to her knees descend.
To satisfy his every need.
Yes, life for Dummy was good indeed.