There once was a girl from Poughkeepsy Who really was a bit tipsy She fell down a tree And then hurt her knee But was too drunk to notice, you see?

A girl with a shiny trombone Is never, no never alone. She's famous with guys When they realize She uses lip, slide and tongue to find tone

There was an old man of the Wrekin Whose shoes made a horrible creaking; But they said 'Tell us whether Your shoes are of leather, Or of what, you old man of the Wrekin

Poor Rushy had a budding romance, But his thingie went zingy at a glance. A bit to much tilt, and up came his kilt, And she laughed at his tiny love lance

In a tub full of jello we'll grope. For what jiggles or wiggles we'll cope. Then we'll discover when you have a lover, your bodies cum cleaner less soap

This girl liked to swim everyday She always said 'its like play' but when she removed her clothing she proved her body was not for display

For widower: wanted, house-keeper; Not too bloody refined, a light sleeper; When employer's inclined, Must be game for a grind, Pay generous mind, but can't keep her.

There once was a toad in the road, the toad in the road's name was cload, then along came a car, and spread him afar, and now cload is part of the road.