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There was a young girl named Prentice Who had an affair with her dentist. He used anathesia Which made things quite easier And diddled her non compos mentis. |
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A man loved a gal named Bundy Who came from the Bay of Fundy. But to his despair, She gave him the air Sic transit gloria mundi. |
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There was a young maid from Madras, With a most remarkable ass. Not pump, round and pink, As you undoubtably think; But, grey, with long ears, and ate grass! |
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A lady on climbing Mount Shasta Complained as the mountain grew vaster, That it wasn't the climb Nor the dirt nor the grime But the ice on her ass that harassed her. |
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There was a young man from St. Paul's Who read Harper's Bazaar and McCall's Till he grew such a passion For feminine fashion That he knitted a snood for his balls. |
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There once was a girl from New Haven Whose pubic hair was not shaven But missing because She slept without drawers Within range of a nest building raven. |
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A pathetic old maid of Bordeaux Fell in love with a dashing young beau. To entice his regard She would squat in his yard And appealingly piss in the snow. |
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A corpulent lady named Kroll Had an idea exceedingly droll: She went to a ball Dressed in nothing at all And backed in as a Parker House roll. |
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A sweet young strip-dancer named Jane Wore five inches of thin cellophane. When asked why she wore it, She said, "I abhor it, But my cunt juice would spatter like rain." |
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There was a young fellow from Sparta, A really magnificent farter, On the strength of one bean He'd fart God Save The Queen, And Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. |
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