There was an old woman of Ghent 
               She swore that her cunt had no scent. 
                    She got fucked so often 
                    At last she got rotten, 
               And didn't she stink when she spent. 

A sailor indulged in coitus 
               With a cow of the genus of Cetus. 
                    Piscatologists thundered, 
                    Biologists wondered, 
               At the anchor tattooed on the fetus. 

There was a young man from Racine
Who was weaned at the age of eighteen.
He said, "I'll admit
There's no milk in the tit,
But think of the fun it has been."

There was an old man of Decatur, 
               Took out his red-hot pertater. 
                    He tried at her dent, 
                    But when his thing bent, 
               He got down on his knees and he ate 'er. 

                    There once was a young man named Lanny
                            
                    The size of whose prick was uncanny.
                            His wife, the poor dear,
                            Took it into her ear,
                            
                    And it came out the hole in her fanny.