Oh well, I might as well join in...

On the breast of a harlot named Gail
Was tattooed the price of her tail.
And on her behind
For the use of the blind
Was the same information in Braille


There once was a harlot named Rhoda
Who dwelt in a spacious pagoda
And festooned the walls
Of the halls with the balls
And the tools of the fools who bestrode her.


The once was a lass named Bathsheba
Who slept with a German amoeba
Who would writhe on her belly
In a petulant jelly
And soulfully murmur, "Ich Liebe"