Just a couple of family favorites which I don't think I've seen posted:

There was a young widow named Brice,
Who kept her dead husband on ice;
She said, "T'was hard when I lost him,
But I'll never defrost him;
He's rather cold comfort but nice."

There once was a poet named McNamiter,
Whose tool was of prodigious diameter;
But it wasn't the size,
Gave the gals the surprise,
T'was his rhythm – iambic pentameter.

There was a young man from Bombay
Who sailed to China one day,
Of the pox he did worry,
So he dabbed on some curry,
And for Ship Street his anchor did weigh!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble