There is a young lass of Valencia
For whom sex is a form of dementia.
For the first hour she's quiet
Then she builds to a riot
With a noise that grows quickly intensia. 

               The cross-eyed old painter McNeff 
               Was color-blind, palsied, and deaf. 
                    When he asked to be touted 
                    The critics all shouted: 
               "This is art with a capital F!" 

Said a pretty young lady from Croft,
Whilst amusing herself in the loft,
"Salami or wurst
Is what I choose first,
But with baloney I know I've been boffed" 

            A sadistic young cook, Miss McDillet 
            Gets very upset when you fill it. 
                When she's done and hops off, 
                She lops your thing off, 
            And sautés it up in a skillet. 

A virile young man of Touraine 
               Had vesicles no one could drain. 
                    With an unbroken flow 
                    Thrice the course he would go, 
               Then roll over and start in again.