The last time I dined with the King 
               He did quite a curious thing: 
                    He sat on a stool 
                    And took out his tool, 
               And said, "If I play, will you sing?" 

Lewinsky and Clinton have shown
   what Kaczynski must surely have known:
   that an intern is better
   than a bomb in a letter
   given the choice to be blown.


  

               There once was a Bactrian camel 
               Who was bound by no fetter or trammel. 
                    When he tried to make hay 
                    In his Bactrian way, 
               His wife said, "Make me; I'm a mammal." 

               A certain professor named Yarrow 
               Had trouble seducing a sparrow. 
                    When he'd given up hopin' 
                    He pried her jaws open, 
               And filled up her bill with his marrow. 

There was a young whore whose de-light
        Was to lure all the men of the night.
        She'd en-trap them with bets,
        Then ad-mi-re their pecks
        And then stare at the ceil-ing all night.