...and afterwards the Vicar holds a party for the villagers.
A very special party,
For special people,
Like the post-mistress
and the village idiot,
as he doesn't know any better.
They always admire the Vicar's cucumber.
Its admirable length,
its gentle curve,
and its knobbily bits,
and the jar of vaseline,
THE VERY BIG JAR OF VASELINE.
THE BIGGEST FUCKING JAR OF VASELINE YOU HAVE EVER SEEN.
Oh come on now!
You knew where this was going,
and you still carried on.
You still read through to the end.
Pervert!!!
Do you want to come to one of my parties?
