There was a young woman named Dottie 
               Who said as she sat on the potty, 
                    "It isn't polite 
                    To do this in sight, 
               But then, who am I to be snotty?" 

A Turk by the name of Haroun
Ate whisky by means of a spoon
To one who asked why
This turk made reply:
"To drink is forbidden, you loon."

There is a professor named Martin 
                                        From whom I'm about to be partin', 
                                                      And on my way out, 
                                                      He may here me shout, 
                                        "It's your face I'd sure like to fart in." 

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                    His basso profundo with timbre so rare
                            
                    He rendered quite often, with power to spare.
                            But his great work of art,
                            His fortissimo fart,
                            
                    He saved for the Marche Militaire.
                            

               A girl attending Bryn Mawr 
               Committed a dreadful faux pas. 
                    She loosened a stay 
                    In her decollete, 
               Exposing her je-ne-sais-quoi