These have all been taken from Uncle John's Bathroom Reader:
A Flea and a Fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do!
Said the Fly: "Let us flee,"
Said the Flea: "Let us fly!"
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
When a jolly young fisher named Fisher
Went fishing for fish in a fissure,
A fish, with a grin
Pulled the fisherman in;
Now they're fishing the fissure for Fisher.
I sat next to the Duchess at tea,
Distressed as a person could be.
Her rumblings abdominal,
Were simply phenomenal,
And everyone thought it was me!
There was a young artist called Saint,
Who swallowed some samples of paint;
All shades of the spectrum
Flowed out of his rectum
With a colorful lack of restraint.
Why are all my posts a bit on the crud side... it surely places a dark shadow upon my personality.
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