There was a young lady from Brussels 
            Who was proud of her vaginal muscles. 
                She could easily plex them 
                And so interflex them 
            As to whistle love songs through her bustles.

A company of Grenadier Guards 
               While traversing the park, formed in squads, 
                    Saw two naked statues 
                    At three-quarter pratt views, 
               Which perceptibly stiffened their rods. 

                    There once was a young man named Lanny
                            
                    The size of whose prick was uncanny.
                            His wife, the poor dear,
                            Took it into her ear,
                            
                    And it came out the hole in her fanny.

                    In the soap opera heard in Gomorrah,
                            
                    The heroine wakes up in horror
                            To find that a prick
                            Nearly three inches thick
                            
                    Is halfway up her tune-in-tomorrow.
                            

                    There was a young girl named Maxine
                            
                    Whose vagina was wondrously clean:
                            With her uterus packed
                            She kept safe from attack
                            
                    With a dill pickle, papulous, green.