There once was a man named Sweenie, who spilled some gin on his weenie. So just to be couth, he spilled some vermouth. And then slipped his girl a Martini. Send this poem to a friend 1 To the tune of 'Yesterday': Leprocy, bits and pieces falling off of me, I'm not half the man I used to be, Oh I contracted Leprocy. Send this poem to a friend 2 I'd cross the hottest desert, I'd swim the deepest sea, I'd climb the highest mountain, But I can't come over tonight because it's raining. Send this poem to a friend 3 Send this poem to a friend 4 Send this poem to a friend 5
