There once was a woman from Bombay,
She carved a pussy out of clay.
The heat from his dick,
Turned it into brick,
And ripped all his foreskin away.

There was a young lady of Exeter, 
                                        So pretty, that men craned their necks at her. 
                                                      One was even so brave 
                                                      As to take out and wave 
                                        The distinguishing mark of his sex at her. 

There was a young fellow named Veach
Who fell fast asleep on the beach.
    His dreams of nude women
    Had his proud organ brimming
And squirting on all within reach.

There's a lot has been said 'bout the breast--- 
               Like how nicely they feel when they're pressed. 
                    But when push comes to shove, 
                    In this business of love, 
               Its "twats" 'tween the legs that is best. 

A fellow who slept with a whore, 
                                        Used a safe, but his pecker got sore. 
                                                      Said he with chagrin, 
                                                      "Selling these is a sin," 
                                        Said the druggist, "Caveat emptor".