Memories of Iceland

How I recall a lovely trip to Reykjavik
In the company of my dear old Uncle Dick
Who was a filthy perverted beast
To be honest, to say the least.

Iceland is a pretty snowy place
In fact it's a freezing icy cold disgrace;
And Uncle Dick met his sad death there,
Gobbled by a demented polar bear.

Iceland's famous for its gushing spas
And its trendy pick-up bars;
Which is where I met a girl called Greta
And I've never had one who was slightly better.

She had two breasts (one either side)
And her waist was neither fat nor wide;
She was a raving, lust-filled tart
(but really thick, not even slightly smart).

I was really very sad for both of us
When she got hit by an Icelandic bus
And totally smashed into tiny bits
(Which was the end of her nice tits).

So now I'm standing at her frozen grave
And trying to put on a face so brave;
But I shall miss poor Greta, silly cow.
And that's all I have to say for now.

.