Humor: Best of Fortunes for Monday November 4, 2019

There was a young lass from Surat. The cheeks of her ass were...
There was a young lass from Surat. The cheeks of her ass were so fat That they had to be parted Whenever she farted, And also whenever she shat.

A little word of doubtful number, A foe to rest and peaceful...
A little word of doubtful number, A foe to rest and peaceful slumber. If you add an "s" to this, Great is the metamorphosis. Plural is plural now no more, And sweet what bitter was before. What am I?