There was a young girl from Darjeeling,
Who could dance with remarkable feeling
For miles around
There was never a sound
Save of fly buttons hitting the ceiling.

or, the version written by Spike Milligan R.I.P.

There was a young man from Darjeeling
Who boarded a bus at Ealing
It sid on the door
"Please don't spit on the floor"
So he stood up, and spat on the ceiling.

An elderly queer from Khartoum
Took a lesbian up to his room.
They lay on his bed
'Til he finally said
"Who does what?, with what?, and to whom? !"

The above is not considered 'pc', but
"It's hard to find for love nor money
A joke that's clean, and also funny!"

Nigel