There was a young lady named Mabel
Who said, "I don't thing I'm able;
But I'm willing to try.
So where shall I lie -
On the bed, on the floor or the table ?"

Tombstone Epitaph In a Silver City, Nevada, cemetery:
Here lays Butch,
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger,
But slow on the draw.

There was a young lady called Dawn

Who wished she had never been born.

She wouldn't have been

If her father had seen

That the end of his rubber was torn.


Sent by Charles

There once were two ladies from Birmingham 
               That dealy with matters not concerning them. 
                    They reached under the robes 
                    And tickled the globes 
               Of the bishop that then was confirming them 

               Now this bishop he wasn't a fool, 
               He knew what to do with that duel. 
                    He whipped off his britches 
                    And gave those two bitches 
               A foot of episcople tool. 

               There was a young golfer named Lear 
               Who went to jail for a year 
                    For an act quite obscene: 
                    On the very first green 
               Under a sign saying "Enter course here."