There was a young couple named Kelly               
               Who had to live belly to belly, 
               Because once, in their haste, 
               They used library paste 
               Instead of petroleum jelly. 

Alas for a preacher named Hoke, 
            Whose shit was all stuck in his poke. 
                He farted a blast 
                That left hearers aghast, 
            But nothing emerged but some smoke. 

There was an old man of Tantivy 
               Who followed his son to the privy. 
                    He lifted the lid 
                    To see what he did, 
               And found that it smelt of Capivi. 

A file that big?

It might be very useful.

But now it is gone.

               There was a young lady named Flynn 
               Who thought fornication a sin, 
                    But when she was tight 
                    It seemed quite all right, 
               So everyone filled her with gin.