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

A shiftless young fellow of Kent 
               Had his wife fuck the landlord for rent. 
                    But as she grew older, 
                    The landlord grew colder, 
               And now they live out in a tent. 

Bill Clinton's no man of conviction, 
               Avoiding truth is a lifelong affliction. 
                    Mixes lies with the facts, 
                    We can never relax, 
               To him, truth IS stranger than fiction. 

There was a Young Lady of Bute, 
Who played on a silver-gilf flute;
She played several jigs
To her uncle's white pigs,
That amusing Young Lady of Bute.

There was a young man of King's Cross,
Who amused himself frigging a horse.
Then licking the spend
Which still dripped from the end,
Said, "It tastes just like anchovy sauce."