Almost anything by Malcolm Austen, when he's in parody-ing mood.
Such as in "Mississippi," the song about the ship built with a bend in the middle,
'And a shot across her bow blew the stern away'.
Then in "The cat that roamed," he wrote the immortal line,
'It was 1950, that's ten to eight.'

Ahh Butt, I'd wish he'd write more.

Bob