There was an old harlot of Wick
                            
                    Who was sucking a coal-heaver's prick.
                            She said, "I don't mind
                            The coal dust and grime,
                            
                    But the smell of your balls makes me sick."
                            

There was a young couple named Kelly
Who were seemly connected at belly,
     Because in their haste
     They used library paste
Which they thought was vaginal jelly.

There once was a fellow named Dave,
Who kept a dead whore in his cave, 
The smell was grotesque,
The pussy the best,
And look at the money he saved!

Sent by dave

               Meet Elmer, young son of the Thorpes, 
               Afflicted with psychotic warps. 
                    His idea of fun 
                    Is to bugger a nun, 
               And then vomit all over the corpse. 

                    Most all husbands can testify
                            
                    To a wedding they cannot deny.
                            'Cause they know where and when
                            They got married, but then,
                            
                    What exactly escapes them is why.