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. Send this poem to a friend 1 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. Send this poem to a friend 2 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. Send this poem to a friend 3 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. Send this poem to a friend 4 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." Send this poem to a friend 5
