A shiftless young fellow of Kent Had his wife fuck the landlord for rent. But as she grew older, The landlord grew colder, And now they live out in a tent.
There was an announcer named Herschel Whose habits became controversial, Because when out wooing Whatever he was doing At ten he'd insert his commercial.
There once was a lady from Salem Who used to take cocks and inhale 'em. The fruits of these feats: Pubic hairs from her teeth Were saved until Fall when she'd bale 'em.
There was a young man named Cattell Who knew psychophysics so well, That each time he shit He'd stop, measure it--- It's length, and it's breadth, and it's smell.
There was a young man had the art Of making a capital tart With a handful of shit Some snot and a spit And he'd flavour the whole with a fart.