Here is another filker verse:

We never eat peaches, because they ferment,
And peaches will turn at the tiniest dent.
Oh, can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man drunk on peaches he thought were all right?

And here is one that I added a few years ago, for the Brits among us:

We shun Christmas pudding -- they souse it with brandy,
And one fiery bite turns a nice fellow randy.
If you think that's harmless, just contemplate this:
A man drunk on pudding might blow you a kiss.