There was a young student of Yale Who was getting his first piece of tail. He shoved in his pole, But in the wrong hole, And a voice from beneath yelled: "No sale!" Send this poem to a friend 1 There was a young lady of Arden, Who s----d off a man in a garden. He said, "My dear Flo, Where does that stuff go?" And she said, "(swallow hard)-- I beg pardon?" 1932 Send this poem to a friend 2 There is a professor named Martin From whom I'm about to be partin', And on my way out, He may here me shout, "It's your face I'd sure like to fart in." Send this poem to a friend 3 There was a young lass from Ignatius Who lived in a garret quite spacious. When she went to here auntie's She always wore panties, But alone in her garret,---good gracious. Send this poem to a friend 4 A fellow who slept with a whore, Used a safe, but his pecker got sore. Said he with chagrin, "Selling these is a sin," Said the druggist, "Caveat emptor". Send this poem to a friend 5
