There was a young fellow named Bouch
               Who inveigled a girl to a couch. 
                    He said, "Pretty young miss, 
                    I will take you, I wiss, 
               Horizontally, veritcally, crouch." 

The sexual life of the camel
Is weirder than anyone thinks.
One night in an orgy of passion
It tried to bugger the sphinx.
But the sphinx's posterior passage
Was blocked by the sands of the Nile
Which accounts for the hump on the camel
And the sphinx's inscrutable smile.

There was a young lady of Michigan, 
                                        Who said, "Damn it! I've got the itch again." 
                                                      Said her mother, "That's strange, 
                                                      I'm surprised it ain't mange, 
                                        If you've slept with that son-of-a-bitch again." 

There was a young fellow of Kent 
            Whose prick was so long it was bent, 
                So to save himself trouble 
                He put it in double, 
            And instead of coming he went. 

Seeing my great fault

Through darkening blue windows

I begin again