There was a young man from St. Paul's Who read Harper's Bazaar and McCall's Till he grew such a passion For feminine fashion That he knitted a snood for his balls.
i'm sick i've got a virus i'm sickety-sick i feel like a used tissue ickety-ick my head is congested mucous overload if i blow my nose once more, i will explode! i'm whiny,i'm cranky , i'm stuck in my bed my face is puke green and my nose is bright red! my eyes are all bloodshot my nostrils are crusting; this sickness has made me look Truly Disgusting i cough and i sneeze spreading germs everywhere my room is a health hazard- Visitors BEWARE!! being sick is no fun in fact,it's a pain i'm told i'll get better soon! untill then...i'll complain by, gabrielle
A crooner who lived in Lahore Got his balls caught in a door. Now his mezzo soprano Is rather piano Though he was a loud basso before.
Since the girl couldn't type, she was fired; And asked to explain why she was hired. "The executive's dong Is only four inches long. I thought shorthand was all he required"