There was a young girl, very sweet, 
               Who thought sailors' meat quite a treat. 
                    When she sat on their lap 
                    She unbuttoned their flap. 
               And always had plenty to eat. 



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There was a young man from St. Paul
               Who had really no scruples at all---
                    He would fart when he'd talk,
                    And shit when he'd walk,
               And at night throw it over the wall.



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Said a meaty young woman of Croft,
  Amusing herself in the loft, 
     "A salami or wurst 
Is what I should choose first--- 
With bologna you know you've been boffed." 



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There once was a man from Nepal 
Whose turds were exceedingly small. 
He'd sit in his room 
And shit on a spoon 
And then flick his turds down the hall. 



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There was a young man of Natal 
Who was fucking a Hottentot gal. 
Said she, "You're a sluggard!" 
Said he, "You be buggered! 
I like to fuck slow, and I shall." 



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