Got this from my course on medieval literature. Goes to show that lit ppl (like me) also have a rather warped sense of humour... hehe...
A small miracle hangs near a man's thigh,
Full under folds. It is stiff, strong,
Bold, brassy, and pierced in front.
When a young lord lifts his tunic
Over his knees, he wants to greet
With the hard head of this hanging creature
The hole it has long come to fill.
Guess what it is?
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The answer: key
tsk tsk... wat were u thinking? :P
for innocent minds like sophia's, if u don't get the double entendre, don't bother figuring it out. :D
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another one:
I heard of something rising in a corner,
Swelling and standing up, lifting its cover.
The proud-hearted bride grabbed at that boneless
Wonder with her hands; the prince's daughter
Covered that swelling thing with a swirl of cloth.
What is it?
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Answer: dough
quite far-fetched rite? muahaha... it's meant 2 make u think of something else. these ppl sure were having a fun time... haha...
if u still don't get it, come n ask me :)
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