When Betty eats sphaghetti
She slurps, she slurps, she slurps,
And when she's finished slurping
She burps, she burps, she burps

Sent by Farah

An old maiden who barely did kissing,
Soon discovered what she had been missing.
When laid down on the sod,
She cried out, "Oh, God!
All these years I just used it for pissing!" 

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                    His basso profundo with timbre so rare
                            
                    He rendered quite often, with power to spare.
                            But his great work of art,
                            His fortissimo fart,
                            
                    He saved for the Marche Militaire.
                            

There was a young man from south Boston
Who's car was a small compact Austin.
There was just room inside
For his hair and his hide,
But his balls still hung out, so he lost 'em. 

There was a sad prude out in Iowa 
               Who would say, "Please say it my way: 
                    Do not say fuck, 
                    It don't rhyme with duck. 
               Say untcay and itshay and uckfay."