There was a young man from south Boston Who's car was a small compact Austin. There was just room inside For his hair and his hide, But his balls still hung out, so he lost 'em. Send this poem to a friend 1 There once was a man of Belfast Whose balls out of iron were cast. He managed somehow To bugger a sow, Thus you get pig-iron, at last. Send this poem to a friend 2 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. Send this poem to a friend 3 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. Send this poem to a friend 4 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. Send this poem to a friend 5
