A patrician young fellow named Lear 
               Used to wash off his bollocks with beer. 
                    Said he, "By the gods, 
                    This is good for the cods--- 
               It will lengthen my fucking career. 

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
But this one doesn't

There was a young gal from Montana
Who had an affair with a banana.
She hugged it and squeezed it,
Loved it and teased it, and said
"It tastes better than a mana." 

A Plumber whose name was Ten Brink 
            Plumbed the cook as she bent o'er the sink. 
                Her resistance was stout, 
                And Ten Brink petered out 
            With his pipe-wrench all limber and pink. 

There was a young lady from Asia
Who shaved her legs with a razor
     One day she went high
     Right up past here thigh
And the gash it left would amaze ya!