There was a woman preacher from Bude
Who always taught in the nude
A young man up front said I smell c**t
Just like that, bloody rude

There was a young man called Murray
Who once did a fart in a hurry
With a mighty great roar, his tousers he tore
And he covered the wall in curry

There was a young queer from Malay
Who once made an ass out of clay
But the heat from his prick, turned the clay into brick
And wore both his balls away