chriss: A POEM FOR THE CREDIT CRUNCH
There was a young man called dave
who dug up a prostitutes grave,
she was mouldy and shitty
with only one titty,
but look at the money he saved
The young man called Dave was a Git!
He made love to a corpse with one tit
But the savings he found
Were on sanctified ground
And now he is facing a writ.