Winther had some golf balls to hit

Winther had some golf balls to hit

But first, he had to take a shit

Hit the bathroom before

Then went for the door

But locked himself in for a bit

In a restroom I thought me alone

In a restroom I thought me alone
As I saddled my ass to the throne
Yet the next stall hid
The man I assaulted
With blasts from my backside trombone

There once was a woman named Ann

There once was a woman named Ann
Who was said to be quite like a man.
When nature did call,
She ran down the hall,
And went to the gentleman’s can.