The Book Of Twisted Tales

Mary Had A Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb
That much was certainly true
The fact she also had another three
Was something no-one knew

She had stolen the woolly quartet
From a farmer down the street
To help satisfy her nympho need
For sex with animals that looked sweet

Therapy had done no good for her
She could not control the urge
To suck on a little furry dick
Which made her juices surge

She spent her time the following year
Waiting for the lambs to grow
To fulfil her biggest fantasy
And have them all in one go.

Finally the day it came
And Mary hoped she would too
She straddled the first and gasped so loud
As she thought she had three more to do

The dirty little girl was not happy at all
When the sheep were worn out by her demands
So she turned her back on animals for good
And fell in love with her never-tiring hands.