There once was a man from St. Pauls
Who used to perform in the halls.
His favorite trick
Was to stand on his prick
And roll off the stage on his balls. 

There was a young woman from Orrey,
Who fell down a fifty foot quarry,
She fell on her back
and opened her crack,
And in backed a thirty ton lorry!

Sent by Doug

            There was a young man from Vancouver 
            Whose existence had lost its prime mover. 
                But its loss he supplied 
                With a piece of bull's hide, 
            Two pairs, and the bag from the Hoover. 

A bad little girl in Madrid, 
               A most reprehensible kid, 
                    Told her Auntie Louise 
                    That her cunt smelled like cheese, 
               And the worst of it was that it did! 

Q. Flaccus in his third liber: 
               "The Romans have no wood-pulp fiber. 
                    A crapulent quorum 
                    Will squat in the Forum 
               And heave dirty stones in the Tiber."