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	There was a chicken farmer from Hay,
	Who found his hens wouldn't lay;
		The trouble was Brewster,
		His champion rooster;
	You see, Brewster the rooster was gay

	No one can tell about Myrtle,
	Whether she's sterile or fertile?
		If anyone tries
		To tickle her thighs,
	She closes them tight like a turtle!

	There was a young colonel from Trent
	Who lived in a lavender tent.
		He said that some sessions,
		With interesting Hessians,
	Had taught him what war really meant.

	Buffalo's a old navy man,
	Whose joke list I am a fan,
		Some jokes are dirty or clean,
		Or just in-between,
	So everyone should give him a hand.

	A mortician who practiced in Fife,
	Made love to the corpse of his wife,
		"How could I know, Judge?
		She was cold, did not budge,
	Just the same as she'd acted in life."

	Your job this week hasn't borne fruit?,
	Use this modern technique to earn loot:
		Pick a rich guy who's famous,
		Allege something heinous,
	And file a ten-million-buck suit.

	There once was a young man from Virtualand,
	Who traded real life for a wedding band,
		He signed onto the net,
		His betrothed got upset,
	And she lopped off his link @ the ampersand.

	The once was a man from Khartoum,
	Who took three ladies up to his room,
		But they argued all night,
		Over who had the right,
	To do what, and with which, and to whom.

	There once was a man from Peru,
	Who had a lot of growing up to do,
		He'd ring a doorbell,
		Then run like hell,
	Until the owner shot him with a .22

	A tenor by name Pavarotti,
	Inflated his fees quite a lotti,
		He bankrupted his clients,
		Who yelled in defiance:
	"To charge by the pound is quite haughty."