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 1 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 2 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 3 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 4 There was a young man of Bombay, Who fashioned a c--t out of clay. But the heat of his prick, Turned it into a brick, And chafed all his foreskin away. Send this poem to a friend 5
