"If the skirts got any shorter"
said the typist with a blush...
"There'd be two more lips to powder
and lots more hair to brush!"

There was a young man named Zerubbabel 
               Who had only one real, and one rubber ball. 
                    When they asked if his pleasure 
                    Was only half measure, 
               He replied, "That is highly improbable." 

There was a young genius in Texas 
Who could flex his own solar plexus. 
It made his ding bounce, 
And he caught every ounce 
Of his magical spraying of sexus.

There was a young man of Bombay, 
                                        Who fashioned a c--t out of clay. 
                                                      But the heat of his prick, 
                                                      Turned it into a brick, 
                                        And chafed all his foreskin away. 

There was a young man named Wyatt
whose voice was exceedingly quiet
And then one day
it faded away...