Poems

There was a young man named Fritz Who planted an acre of tits. They came in the fall, Rosy nipples and all, And he leisurely nibbled them to bits.

There was a young man named Perkin Who was furtively jerkin' his gherkin. His wife turned to say In utter dismay "Why Perkin, you're shirkin' your furkin'."

There was a young man from Baroda Who would not pay a whore what he owed her. Midst thunderous applause She pulled down her drawers And pissed in his whiskey and soda.