There once was a farm girl named Mabel Who at milking was not very able. To get over her fright, She practised at night With sausages under the table! |
A lecherous Bishop of Peoria, In a state of constant euphoria, Enjoyed having fun, With a whore or a nun, While chanting the Sanctus and Gloria! |
On the chest of a barmaid at Yale; Were tattooed the prices of ale; And on her behind; For the sake of the blind; Was the same information in Braille! |