A renowned archaeologist Vern, Who unearthed an Egyptian clay urn, Found himself devastated When the markings, translated, Clearly read, "No Refill/No Return." Send this poem to a friend 1 "Can't you see where this is all leading, This nightmare of selective breeding ?" He spat on the ground And then turned around And continued on with his weeding. Send this poem to a friend 2 There was a young man who preferred Having sex with some kind of a bird. The rarer the species, And the fuller of feces, The better---that guy really loved turd. Send this poem to a friend 3 A company of Grenadier Guards While traversing the park, formed in squads, Saw two naked statues At three-quarter pratt views, Which perceptibly stiffened their rods. Send this poem to a friend 4 Have you heard of young Franchot Tone Who felt of his own peculiar bone? It was long and quite narrow And filled full of marrow, And less edible than stale corn pone. Send this poem to a friend 5
