Can anyone remember how this poem ends?

there once was a vicar named ■■■■… :neutral_face:

whose service was over very quick…

he pulled up his smock and got out

His glock, and said “Mr Bond,which way’s Crick”

As I need to go there to measure my

thick…neighbours leg ,as he fell out of …

bed hurting his head, and

twisting his big thick

neck on the back of

the bedside cabinet

he got up from the floor,and opened the door

and then wished he’d done it before

he went back to his truck,

For a quick tug

because someone was stuck in the mud

He pulled them out! They gave a shout

“Here,have a bottle of stout”

I’ll pass on the beer as I feel a bit

queer, I was dressed as a man

but driving a scanny,I know I shouldn’t but im a bit of a