Thursday, December 27, 2012

There once was an old man named Rex

There once was an old man named Rex
Who forgot all that he knew of sex.
      He remembered his junction
      Had some special function,
With methodologies far too complex. 

These was an old gal named Lenore
Who asked, “What is this hole down here for?
      I know that’s where I pee,
      But for the life of me
It seems there should be something more.”