There once was a midwife of Gaul Who had hardly no business at all. She cried, "Hell and damnation! There's no procreation--- God made the French penis too small."
A vice both obscene and unsavory Holds the Mayor of Southhampton in slavery. With bloodcurdling howls He deflowers young owls Which he keeps in an underground aviary.
Here I lie in stinky vapor, Because some bastard stole the toilet paper, Shall I lie, or shall I linger, Or shall I be forced to use my finger.
There was a young lady of Sturky Who had an affair with a darkie. The results of their sins Were quadruplets, not twins, One black, and two white, and one khaki.
A lacklustre lady of Brougham Weaveth all night at her loom. Anon she doth blench When her lord and his wench Pull a chain in the neighboring room.