There was an old curate of Hestion 
            Who'd erect at the slightest suggestion. 
                But so small was his tool 
                He could scarce screw a spool, 
            And a cunt was quite out of the question. 

There was a brave damsel of Brighton 
               Whom nothing could possibly frighten. 
                    She plunged in the sea 
                    And, with infinite glee, 
               Was fucked in the ass by a Triton

               There was a young lady whose cunt 
               Could accomodate a small punt. 
                    Her mother said, "Annie, 
                    It matches your fanny, 
               Which never was that of a runt." 

A shapely young lady name Jenna 
            Colored her pubics with henna. 
                On a beach she was crude 
                And sunbathed in the nude. 
            She was promptly invited to dinner. 

submitted by mel & nan

There once was a girl from the East
who had a bad case of the yeast
her guy said "pish, pish"
"it smells like dead fish"
"and that's a smell I don't like in the least"