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


Keep it Dirty!
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
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
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.