There was a young man from Kent
Making love in a storm in a tent
       In the middle of sighs
       The wind slipped the guys
So that just as he came, he went.

                           Bob Ollier



I met a lewd nude in Bermuda
Who thought she was shrewed; I was shrewder
       She thought it quite crude
       To be wooed in the nude;
I pursued her, subdued her and screwed her.
                            
                           Anon



This lady who lifted her frock up
Made love all night in a lockup
       After constant whoopee
       She mislaid the key
Then said,"My God, what a cock up".

                           Bob Ollier.



There was a young lady of Twickenham
Who's shoes were too tight to walk quick in 'em
       She came back from a walk
       Looking whiter than chalk
And took 'em both off and was sick in 'em

                          Oliver Herford.


A handsome young chap named Matt
Was screwing a sweetie called Pat
       'Please respect me,' said Pat
       'Oh,I will.' replied Matt
That's the last time that Pat saw Matt.

                          Bob Ollier.



There was a young lady of Cape Cod
Who thought babies were fashioned by God
       But it wasn't the Almighty
       Who hiked up her nighty-
'Twas Roger the lodger, by God.