There was a young lady from Wantage
Of whom the Town Clerk took advantage
The Borough Surveyor
Said "Now you must must pay her"
For you've altered the line of her frontage.

There once was a lady called Dodd
Who said she'd a baby from God
But it wasn't the almighty
Who'd lifted her nightie
But Roger the lodger - the sod

There was a young man from Rangoon
Who was born nearly nine months too soon
He hadn't the luck
to be born from a f**k
He was scraped off the sheets with a spoon.

And the yuckiest one -

An old prostitute from the Azores
Has a c**t that was covered in sores
Even dogs in the street
Wouldn't eat the green meat
That hung in festoons from her drawers.