There was a young lady of Exeter,
So lovely that men craned their neck at 'er,
And one went so far
As to wave, from his car,
The distinguishing mark of his sex at 'er.

Whilst Titian was mixing rose madder,
He spied a young maid up a ladder,
Her position, to Titian,
Suggested coition,
So he shinned up the ladder and 'ad 'er.

There was a young lady from Faience,
Who bade all young fellows defiance,
She would lurk in dark halls
And nip at their balls
With a patent-applied-for appliance.

Now look what you made me do...