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 1 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 2 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 3 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 4 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 5
