There was a young man called Sawn.
Who tripped on the eadge of the Lawn.
His knees went snap.
His Back went Crack.
And he regretted the day he was born.
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There once was a Harlot from Crewe.
Who filled her Virgina with Glue.
She said with a grin,
If you pay to get in.
You can pay to get out of it too.
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There was a young lady from Nod.
Who was promised a baby from God.
It was not the Almight,
Who poked her that night...?
It was the Vicar The filthy Old Sod