Allow me to introduce you to The Ballad Of Eskimo Nell. In the land of dirty poetry, this one’s definitely a contender for the king. Here’s an excerpt:-

Gather ’round, all you whorey,
Gather ’round, and hear my story.

When a man grows old and his balls grow cold,
And the tip of his prick turns blue;
When it bends in the middle like a one-string fiddle,
He can tell you a tale or two.
So pull up a chair and stand me a drink,
And a tale to you I’ll tell
About Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
And a harlot named Eskimo Nell.
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Full poem:-
http://homepages.tcp.co.uk/~nicholson/eskimo.html#Eskimo%20Nell

All jokes to be submitted on the PJ blog please

Kyon chalti hai pawan,
>
> Because of evaporation.
>
> Kyon jhoome hai gagan,
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> Because of earth’s revolution.
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> Kyon machalta hai mann,
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> Because of excessive respiration.
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> Na tum jaano na hum
>
> But I just gave all the reasons!
>
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> Kyon aati hai bahaar,
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> Because of a change in season,
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> Kyon lut ta hai karaar,
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> Because of mental tension.
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> Kyon hota hai pyaar,
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> Because of pole attraction.
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> Na tum jaano na hum
>
> Like I said, these are all science phenomenan!
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>
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> Kyon gum hai har disha,
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> Because you have a poor sense of direction.
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> Kyon hota hai nasha,
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> Because of drug addiction.
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> Kyon aata hai mazaa,
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> Bcoz science gives us all the information.
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> Na tum jaano na hum
>

In honour of Yazad who’s started a blog exclusively for PJs, I hereby present the worst PJ ever made. It is actually in three parts, so there will be three consecutive posts….