There was a young student from Boston, Who drove around in an Austen. There was room for his *** and a gallon of gas. But his balls hung out and he lost 'em.
There once was a Senator from Mass who was searchin around for a Lass; He lucked out and found it; He ****** up and drowned it. And That was the end of HIS ***!
There was a young girl from Cape Cod, Who thought babies came only from God. T'wasn't the Almighty Who lifted her nightie. T'was Roger the Lodger by god!
There once was a man from Bel Air, Who was doing his girl on the stair. When the banister broke, He doubled his stroke, And finished her off in mid-air
There once was a man from Madrass Who's balls were constructed of brass When jangled together They played stormy weather And lightening shot out of his ***!
The once was a young girl from Norway Who hung by her feet from the doorway; Which worked out quite well, 'Cause when you rang her bell, It actually turned out to be foreplay!
There once was a boy named Kevin Who used a vacuum to stretch it to seven, Then eight and then nine, And though ten was divine, There will be film at eleven.