There was a young Georgian named Lynd 
               Who'd never in all his life sinned, 
                    For whenever he'd start 
                    He'd be jarred by a fart, 
               And his semen was gone with the wind. 

               There was a young Scot in Madrid 
               Who got fifty-five fucks for a quid. 
                    When they said, "Are you faint?" 
                    He replied, "No, I ain't, 
               But I don't feel as good as I did." 

THERE ONCE WAS A RULER CALLED "SLICK"

THAT COULD'NT TAKE CONTROL OF HIS DICK 

HIS LIFE BECAME A MESS

BECAUSE OF A DRESS

AND THE BUS FULL OF INTERNS TAKE SICK.

Sent by Matthew

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
But this one doesn't

There was a young man named M'Gurk
Who dozed off one night after work.
He had a wet dream,
But awoke with a scream
Just in time to give it a jerk.