A fellow who lives in St. Paul Has one hexadronical ball. The cube of its weight, Plus his penis, times eight Is his phone number; give him a call. Send this poem to a friend 1 There was a young monk from Dundee Who hung a nun's cunt on a tree. He grabbed her fair ass And performed a high mass That even the Pope came to see. Send this poem to a friend 2 There was an old woman of Ghent She swore that her cunt had no scent. She got fucked so often At last she got rotten, And didn't she stink when she spent. Send this poem to a friend 3 A team playing baseball in Dallas Called the umpire a shit out of malice. While this worthy had fits The team made eight hits And a girl in the bleachers named Alice. Send this poem to a friend 4 There was a young woman named Dottie Who said as she sat on the potty, "It isn't polite To do this in sight, But then, who am I to be snotty?" Send this poem to a friend 5
