Part 5 of 12
   
                    He was great in the Christmas Cantata,
                            
                    He could double-stop fart the Toccata,
                            He'd boom from his ass
                            Bach's B-Minor Mass,
                            
                    And in counterpoint, La Traviata.
                            

There was a young lady named Nance 
               Who learned about fucking in France, 
                    And when you'd insert it 
                    She'd squeeze till she hurt it, 
               And shove it right back in your pants. 

There was a young fellow from Lees 
            Who handled his tool with great ease. 
                This continual friction 
                Made his sex a mere fiction, 
            But the callus hangs down to his knees. 

There was a young girl from Sofire.
               Who succumbed to her lover's desire. 
                    She said, "It's a sin, 
                    But now that it's in, 
               Could you shove it a few inches higher?" 

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.