There was a young fellow named Bouch
               Who inveigled a girl to a couch. 
                    He said, "Pretty young miss, 
                    I will take you, I wiss, 
               Horizontally, veritcally, crouch." 

There was a young lady of Sturky
Who had an affair with a darkie.
The results of their sins
Were quadruplets, not twins,
One black, and two white, and one khaki.

There once was a lady, Ilene,
Who liver on distilled kerosene,
But she started absorbin'
A new hydrocarbon
and since then she'd never benzene

There once was a bishop from Nottingham 
            Who stood on a bridge down in Birmingham. 
                He watched all the stunts 
                Of the cunts in the punts 
            And the tricks of the pricks that were fucking
            them. 

There was a young gigolo named Bruno
Who said, "Screwing's one thing I do know.
While women are fine,
And sheep are divine,
Lama's are numero uno!"