There was a young fellow named Sweeney|
Whose girl was a terrible meanie.
The hatch of her snatch
Had a catch that would latch
She could only be screwed by Houdini.
There was a young girl of Cape Cod|
Who thought babes were fashioned by God,
But 'twas not the Almighty
Who hiked up her nightie
It was Roger the lodger, by God!
There was a cute girl from Kent|
Who said she knew what it meant
When guys asked her to dine,
Gave her whiskey and wine.
She knew what it meant, that's why she went!
A dentist, young Doctor Malone,|
Got a charming girl patient alone,
And in his depravity
He filled the wrong cavity
And my how his practice has grown!
There was a young man of Australia,|
Who went on a wild bacchanalia.
He buggered a frog,
Two mice and a dog,
And a bishop in fullest regalia.
There once was a fellow named Howard,|
Whose large tool was nuclear-powered.
While grabbing some ass,
He reached critical mass;
But think of the girl he deflowered!
There was a young man of Seattle,|
Who bested a bull in a battle.
With fire and gumption,
He assumed the bull's function,
And deflowered a whole herd of cattle.
There was a young monk in Siberia|
Whose morals were very inferior.
He jumped on a nun,
Which he shouldn't have done;
And now she's a Mother Superior.
There was a young trollop at Yale,|
Who had verses tattooed on her tail;
And on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
A duplicate version in Braille.
The new local cinematorium|
Is not only a super sensorium.
But a highly effectual,