Humor: Worst of Fortunes for Saturday September 28, 2019

A lacklustre lady of Brougham Weaveth all night at her loom...
A lacklustre lady of Brougham Weaveth all night at her loom. Anon she doth blench When her lord and his wench Pull a chain in the neighbouring room.

There was a young girl from Dundee, From her fanny there grew...
There was a young girl from Dundee, From her fanny there grew a plum tree. No one ate the nice fruit, To tell you the truth, Because they knew it came from her tooty-toot-toot.

There was a young lady named Maud, A terrible society fraud: ...
There was a young lady named Maud, A terrible society fraud: In company, I'm told, She was distant and cold, But if you got her alone, Oh God!