“I’ve some great news fro you, Mrs. Smith.”
Her pregnancy showed to Doc Prith.
“It’s not a Mrs., you know.
I divorced long ago.”
“I’ve some bad news now, Miss Smith.”

There once was a man from Winsocket,
Who rode down the street on a rocket.
The force of the blast

blew his balls up his ass,
And his pecker was found in his pocket.

The last time I dined with the King
He did a most curious thing.
He sat on a stool,
Took out his tool,
And said, “if I play will you sing?”

There was a young man from Saint Paul
Who went to a masquerade ball.
Just for a stunt
He went dressed as a cunt,
And was fucked by a dog in the hall.

Since a stage-struck massage girl named Hart
Knows directors who sample her art,
She’s aware what controls
The assignment of roles
Is a good working grasp of the part.

There was once a man from Kent
Whose tool was so long that it bent
To save him the trouble
He put it in the double
And instead of coming he went.

I was cleaning the house in the nude,
The neighbor gal said I was rude,
For not closing the drapes,
While I scoured and scraped,
It made her quite ill…. so she sued.