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. Send this poem to a friend 1 He could vary, with proper persuasion, His fart to suit any occasion. He could fart like a flute Like a lark, like a lute, This highly fartistic Caucasian. Send this poem to a friend 2 He'd fart a gavotte for a starter, And fizzle a fine serenata. He could play on his anus The Coriolanus: Oof, boom, er-tum, tootle, hum tah-dah! Send this poem to a friend 3 There was a young man named Ringer, Who was seducing a beautiful singer. He said with a grin, "I've now rammed it in!" She said, "You mean that isn't your finger?" Send this poem to a friend 4 There is a young lass of Valencia For whom sex is a form of dementia. For the first hour she's quiet Then she builds to a riot With a noise that grows quickly intensia. Send this poem to a friend 5
