There was a young girl of East Anglia 
               Whose loins were a tangle of ganglia. 
                    Her mind was a webbing 
                    Of Freud and Kraft-Ebing 
               And all sorts of other mew-fanglia. 

Chaos reigns within.

Reflect, repent, and reboot.

Order shall return.

There was a young lady of Kent
Who said that she knew what it meant
When men asked her to dine,
And served cocktails and wine;
She knew what it meant - but she went!

There once was a woman from Wheeling
Who had a funny feeling
So she laid on her back
And tickled her crack,
And peed all over the ceiling! 

A near-sighted chap named Coulter
Led a glamorous gal to the altar.
Quite lovely he thought her
Till some strong soap and hot water
Made her look like the rock of Gibraltar.