There once was a old man named Herman.
His friends referred to him as Germ Man
Since
he coughed and he sneezed
Anywhere
that he pleased.
So was covered with miniscule vermin.
A Powerball player named Riddit
Discovered that he indeed “hit it”
And
fell flat on his back
Dead
of a heart attack
Without telling us where he had hid it.
There once was a father named Donne
Who, once a year, picked up his son
To
take for a ride,
Full
of fatherly pride,
To get his income taxes done.
There once was a young man named Booker
Whose mother took him to a hooker.
She
helped him undress her,
Laid
a grand on the dresser,
Then waited in the hall while he took
her.
There once was a gangster named Boyle
Who made the blood of the cops boil.
He
set up as a pimp
In
a high flying blimp,
High above the American soil.
There once was a fellow named Singer
Who lived like a post-modern swinger.
His
neighbors objected
So
Singer erected
A 40-foot tall middle finger.
There once was a fellow named Jason
Who bathed every day in a basin.
He
washed just his face
And
that one other place
Which he soaked ‘til it looked like a
raisin.
There once was a waitress named Dawn
Who worked with almost nothing on.
She
got much better tips
By
showing off her nips,
And $20 got a peek ‘neath her thon’.
As we ponder on 12/31
Fretting about the things left undone,
It
should be understood
That
all “New Years” are good
When planning a course on 1/1.
There once was a fellow named Ray
Who fell in love with a girl everyday.
It
started with talking.
By
noon, it was stalking.
Before bed, the cops take him away.
There once was a fellow named Jeremy --
A hard-chargin’ cowboy from Laramie.
He
said, “I’ve roamed this land
With
my gland in my hand
Lookin’ for some girl to de-cherry me.”
There once was a woman named Kate.
Who swore she would not fornicate.
That
is, if it’s defined
As
inter-vagined.
She feels it’s alright to fellate.
There once was a young man named Steven
Who told his girlfriend he was leavin’
She
wants to have some kids
Which
his belief forbids --
The Church of Steven Not Conceivin’.
Every year, Mrs. Claus makes it plain
All that she wants for Christmas is a train.
So while Santa’s
away
Flying ‘round in
his sleigh,
The elves . . . Do I have to explain?
There once was a young nurse named
Steph
Who was charged with controlling the
staph.
All
folks she detected
Got
themselves dininfected
From their hands to their personal stuph.