Ah, the poetry of my co-workers.

The cabin boy,
the cabin boy,
what a dirty little nipper.

He filled his ass with broken glass,
and circumcised the skipper.


or...


There once was a man from old Mass.,
who's balls were constructed of brass.

When jingled together they played "Stormy Weather",
and lightening shot out of his ass.


or...


There once were two young girls from Birmingham,
I knew a wild story concerning 'em,
they'd lifted the frock,
and diddled the cock,
of the bishop engaged in confirming 'em.

Now the bishop was nobody's fool,
he'd been to a fine public school,
he lowered his britches,
and fucked both those bitches,
with his nine inch episcopal tool.

But that didn't startle these two,
why they laughed as the bishop withdrew,
and sang "The vicar is quicker,
and thicker and slicker,
and longer and stronger than you!"


Yep...

We's sophisticated.