There was an old fellow from Roop 
               Who'd lost all control of his poop. 
                    One evening at supper 
                    His wife said, "Now, Tupper, 
               Stop making that noise with your soup!" 

There was an old girl of Kilkenny
Whose usual charge was a penny.
For half of that sum
You could finger her bum;
A source of amusement to many. 

Holy mother full of grace,

Bless my boyfriends sexy face,

keep him from the girls I hate,

For we were meant to be soul mates,


Sent by L&S

The was a young man from Peru
Who lived on cunt scapings and poo
When he could find none of these
He lived on the cheese
that under his foreskin grew

               A tidy young lady of Streator 
               Dearly loved to nibble a peter. 
                    She always would say, 
                    "I prefer it this way. 
               I think it is very much neater."