A very few, and quickly:

There once was a miss from Madras,
Who possessed a magnificent ass!
'Twasn't round and pink,
As you probably think,
But was black, had long ears and ate grass!!

There was a young man from Boston,
Who drove a little red Austin.
There was room for his ass,
And a gallon of gas;
But his balls hung out, and he lost 'em.

There was a young man from Madras,
Who had two balls made of brass.
He clanged them together,
And played "Stormy Weather,"
And lightning shot out of his ass!

There was a young pouf from Khartoum,
Took a lesbian up to his room.
And they argued all night,
As to who had the right
To do what, and with which and to whom!

There. That ought to hold 'em for a while.