Genital

There was a man from Belgras.

Who had balls made out of glass,

On hot sunny days,

They focused the sun's rays

And burned all the hairs off his ass.

She did not date in Early Cretaceous,

Being spiky, cold-blooded, pugnacious;

And then how many males

Go for vulva with scales

And vaginas so clammy and spacious?

"Cat," he said at the bar. "Really. Is

That for Katherine, Miss? — Mrs.? Uh... Ms.?"

She blinked blankly at him,

Lifted one lazy limb,

Licked her privates, and trod upon his.

There once was a lady from Natchez,

Who chanced to be born with two snatches,

And she often said: "Shit!

Why, I'd give either tit,

For a man with equipment that matches."

There once was a man from St. Pauls

Who used to perform in the halls

His favorite trick

Was to stand on his prick

Ad roll off the stage on his balls

There once was a Scot named McAmeter,

Whose tool had prodigious diameter.

But it wasn't his size

That gave girls their surprise...

'Twas his rhythm--iambic pentameter.

There was a young maid from Bewd

There was a young maid from Bewd

A man on the front

said "I think I smell cunt!"

Just like that, right out loud, fucking rude!

An architect fellow named Yorick,

Could when feeling euphoric,

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Three kinds of erection:

Corinthian, ionic and Doric.

My God! Do you call that a dress?

The material couldn't be less!

What there is, is so thin

And transparent; it's a sin,

And causing my trousers distress.

A psychiatrist and a proctologist from Stutts

Did really show some pure guts.

They put up a sign

At 4th Street and Vine.

That read we treat nuts and butts!