There was a young man from St. Paul's
Who read Harper's Bazaar and McCall's
Till he grew such a passion
For feminine fashion
That he knitted a snood for his balls. 

There was a young man from Bengal,
Who had an hexagonal ball,
The cube of it's weight,
Was his penis times eight,
Which in fact is Pi times fuck all!


Sent by Doug

A sweet young strip-dancer named Jane
Wore five inches of thin cellophane.
When asked why she wore it,
She said, "I abhor it,
But my cunt juice would spatter like rain."

               There was a young laundress of Lamas 
               Who invented high amorous dramas 
                    For the spots she espied 
                    Dried and hardened inside 
               The pants of the parson's pajamas. 

Part 10 of 12
   
                    It went off in capital style,
                            
                    And he farted it through with a smile,
                            Then, feeling quite jolly,
                            He tried the finale,
                            
                    Blowing double-stopped farts all the while.