There once was a fiesty young terrier Who liked to bite girls on the derriere. He'd yip and he'd yap, Then leap up and snap; And the fairer the derriere the merrier.
The Best!! A weary old lecher named Blott Took a luscious young blonde on his yacht. Too lazy to rape her, He made darts out of paper, Which he leisurely tossed at her twat.
There was a young fellow named Meek Who invented a lingual technique, It drove women frantic And made them romantic, And wore all the hair off his cheek.
There was a young lady of Michigan, Who said, "Damn it! I've got the itch again." Said her mother, "That's strange, I'm surprised it ain't mange, If you've slept with that son-of-a-bitch again."
A seamstress at Epping-on-Tyne Used to peddle her tail down the line. She first got a crown, But her prices went down--- Now she'll fit you for ten pence or nine.