There once was a maid from Madras Who possessed a magnificent a**. Neither round or pink, As some might think, It was gray, had long ears and ate grass.
There was a young lady from Thrace, Whose corsets grew too tight to lace. Her mother said, "Nelly, There's more in your belly, Than ever went in through your face!"
I'd rather have fingers than toes I prefer having eyes to a nose And as for my hair I'm glad its all there I'll be terribly sad when it goes!
The was a young lady from Speen Who grew so abnormally lean And flat and compressed That her back touched her chest And sideways she couldn't be seen.
A Canadian fellow named Peck Was frozen right up to his neck. When asked, "Are you froze?" He replied, "I suppose! But we don't call this cold in Quebec!"
There was a young lady one fall Who wore a newspaper dress to a ball. The dress caught fire And burned her entire Front page, sporting section and all.
There was a young woman of Leeds Who swallowed six packets of seeds. In a month, silly lass, She was covered with grass, And she couldn't sit down for the weeds.