There was an announcer named Herschel 
               Whose habits became controversial, 
                    Because when out wooing 
                    Whatever he was doing 
               At ten he'd insert his commercial. 

               There was a young fellow named Tucker 
               Who, instructing a novice cock-sucker, 
                    Said, "Don't bow out your lips 
                    Like an elephant's hips, 
               The boys like it best when you pucker." 
                                                  

There was a young man of Bombay, 
                                        Who fashioned a c--t out of clay. 
                                                      But the heat of his prick, 
                                                      Turned it into a brick, 
                                        And chafed all his foreskin away. 

               There was an old woman of Ghent 
               She swore that her cunt had no scent. 
                    She got fucked so often 
                    At last she got rotten, 
               And didn't she stink when she spent. 

               There was a young man from Hong Kong 
               Who had a trifurcated prong: 
                    A small one for sucking, 
                    A large one for fucking, 
               And a honey for beating a gong.