A dreary young bank clerk named Fennis
Wished to foster an aura...A dreary young bank clerk named Fennis
Wished to foster an aura of menace.
To make people afraid
He wore gloves of grey suede
And white footgear intended for tennis.
-- Edward Gorey, "Amphigorey"
In the garden of Eden lay Adam,
Complacently stroking...In the garden of Eden lay Adam,
Complacently stroking his madam
And loud was his mirth
For on all of the earth
There were only two balls and he had'em.
There once was an old man from Esser,
Who's knowledge grew...There once was an old man from Esser,
Who's knowledge grew lesser and lesser.
It at last grew so small,
He knew nothing at all,
And now he's a College Professor.
There was a young man of Calcutta,
Who tried to write...There was a young man of Calcutta,
Who tried to write "cunt" on a shutter.
When he got to c-u,
A pious Hindoo
Knocked him ass-over-head in the gutter.
There was a young man of Kildare
Who was fucking a girl on...There was a young man of Kildare
Who was fucking a girl on the stair.
The bannister broke,
But he doubled his stroke
And finished her off in mid-air.
There was a young man of Kutki
Who could blink himself off with...There was a young man of Kutki
Who could blink himself off with one eye.
For a while though, he pined,
When his organ declined
To function, because of a stye.
There was a young man of Lahore
Whose prick was one inch and...There was a young man of Lahore
Whose prick was one inch and no more.
It was all right for key-holes
And little girl's pee-holes,
But not worth a damn with a whore.
There was a young man of Lake Placid
Whose prick was lethargic...There was a young man of Lake Placid
Whose prick was lethargic and flaccid.
When he wanted to sport
He would have to resort
To injections of sulphuric acid.
There was a young man of Madras
Whose balls were constructed...There was a young man of Madras
Whose balls were constructed of brass.
When jangled together
They played "Stormy Weather",
And lightning shot out of his ass.
There was a young man of Natal
And Sue was the name of...There was a young man of Natal
And Sue was the name of his gal.
One day, north of Aden,
He got his hard rod in,
And came clear up Suez Canal.
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander...All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade...