Once was a tattooist named Clarke Whose urge to render was stark. He put roses on hogs and bare-shaven dogs And nudes on drunks in the park. Send this poem to a friend 1 We once had a clerk named Pyle Who had an affair with our file. 'Twas strewn askew From K through Q, And the P's were all sticky and vile. Send this poem to a friend 2 On the breasts of a barmaid named Gail Was tattoo'd the price of her ale. And for the sake of the blind Upon her behind Was the same information in Braille. Send this poem to a friend 3 There was a young man named Sweeny Who spilt some gin on his weenie, So just to be couth, He added vermouth And slipped his girl a martini. Send this poem to a friend 4 A horny old broad from Point Breeze Once said to her lover, "Oh please! You'd enhance my bliss If you'd play more with this And pay less attention to these." Send this poem to a friend 5
