A hermit who had an oasis
                            
                    Thought it the best of all places:
                            He could pray and be calm
                            'Neath a pleasant date-palm,
                            
                    While the lice on his ballocks ran races.
                            
                                              

There was a young girl in Berlin 
               Who was fucked by an elderly Finn. 
                    Though he diddled his best, 
                    And fucked her with zest, 
               She kept asking, "Hey, Pop, is it in?" 

            There was a young student of art 
            Who made a strange anatomical chart: 
                In place of the chest 
                A grease spot on the vest, 
            And in place of the asshole a fart. 

               "Last night," said a lassie named Ruth, 
               "In a long-distance telephone booth, 
                    I enjoyed the perfection 
                    Of an ideal connection--- 
               I was screwed, if you must know the truth." 

There were three ladies of Huxham, 
And whenever we meets 'em we fucks 'em, 
And when that game grows stale 
We sits on a rail, 
And pulls out our pricks and they sucks 'em.