A bather whose clothing was strewd
By breezes which left her quite nude
Saw a man come along
And unless I'm quite wrong
You expected this line to be lewd.

A fellow with love-making flair 
               Was licking his sweetie "down there." 
                    He said, as some gas 
                    Escaped from her ass, 
               "Thank God for a breath of fresh air!" 

               A maiden sat under a tree 
               And played with the lad's fiddle-dee, 
                    His little wood post--- 
                    Soon her jewel is lost 
               From the casket where it used to be. 

According to old Sigmind Freud,
Life is seldom so fully enjoied,
As in human coition
In every position
With the usual organs employed.

There once was a horse named Lily 
               Whose dingus was really a dilly. 
                    It was vaganoid duply, 
                    And labial quadruply--- 
               In fact, he was really a filly.