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.