There once was a fellow named Block

There once was a fellow named Block;
A successful broker of stock.
            When the markets abate
            He comes to work late
‘Cause his Rolex is (sadly) in hock.

There once was a woman named Paula

There once was a woman named Paula
Who wanted to make her butt smalla.
            She said, “I have ran
            And squatted all I can.
But men still say, ‘Back up that trawla.’”

There once was a young man named Dale

There once was a young man named Dale
Who planned a men-only yard sale.
            To get men to come
            He beat on the drum
To say that he’l rented some tail.

I once asked a fellow named Dennis

I once asked a fellow named Dennis
What he’d do with his income from tennis.
            “I’ll see that canal city
            That looks oh so pretty.
Amsterdam!  Not that creepy old Venice.”

There was an old fellow named Kest

There was an old fellow named Kest
Who could make love twice (with a rest).
            He swears on his life,
            And says that his wife
Prefers the one in the spring best.

There once was a fellow named Donnie

There once was a fellow named Donnie
Who lived on the banks of the Suwanee.
            A true country boy,
            His primary joy
Was to drink moonshine ‘til he got yawny.

There once were triplets named Faith, Hope and Charity

There once was a triplet named Faith
Who believed not in angel or wraith.
            “For as long as I live
            I’ll have free love to give.
‘Cause in death, I’ll have no one to layth.”

There once was a triplet named Hope

Who has found dead, hanging from a rope.
            “I’ve enjoyed laying men
            More than just now and then.
With the lonely mornings, I cannot cope.”

There once was a triplet named Charity

Who felt that true love was a rarity.
            So, she layed whom she could.
            “Some were bad.  Some were good.
Which sums up my life with such clarity.”