Part 1 of 3 There were three young ladies of Birmingham, And this is the scandal concerning 'em. They lifted the frock And tickled the cock Of the Bishop engaged in confirming 'em.
Modern Love Poem A Trite Redundant Poem With a Laughable Excuse For a Structure Addressed To Absolutely No One in Particular and Whose Only Redeeming Value is That It's Short a.k.a. A Modern Love Poem My dearest darling with long dark hair and eyes azure, My love for you is eternal, tried, and sure. I stare into the infinite depths of your eyes, But I often find my gaze directed at your thighs. Everyone appreciates your unsurpassed beauty and grace, Your perfect supple form and enchanting face. Some say beauty is fleeting, and boy do I agree. Your personality sucks, so when you're 40, with you I will not be. My sweet, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways... One...uh...one...hmm...number one...gimme a chance... how about the way your body sways? Let me once more restate my love for you. 65% of the time, to you I'm true. There is no other woman with whom I lay, At least, not at this particular time of day. My dear, you're absolutely the best. How 'bout accompanying me to the next Centralfest? (That is, unless I don't have another date) The events that brought us together must have been fate. I love you, I love you, I love you. You're the greatest, Jenny, I mean Cherry, I mean Sue.
I sat next to the Duchess at tea. It was just as I feared it would be: Her rumblings abdominal Were simply phenomenal, And everyone thought it was me.
A cowhand way out in Seattle Had a dooflicker flat as a paddle. He said, "No, I can't fuck A lamb or a duck, But golly! it just fits the cattle."
A musical lady from China Stretched catgut across her vagina The result of this trick (With a well-rosined prick) Was _Toccata and Fugue in D minor_
