Humor: Worst of Fortunes for Sunday March 12, 2023

There once was a man from Madras, Whose balls were made out...
There once was a man from Madras, Whose balls were made out of brass. When they clanged together, They played "Stormy Weather", And lightning shot out of his ass.

There was a young lady of Gloucester Whose friends they thought...
There was a young lady of Gloucester Whose friends they thought they had lost her Till they found on the grass The marks of her arse, And the knees of the man who had crossed her.

There was an old man of Connaught Whose prick was remarkably...
There was an old man of Connaught Whose prick was remarkably short. When he got into bed, The old woman said, "This isn't a prick, it's a wart."