Siring and Desiring
by Sam Chen
A creamy farm lady named Myrtle,
Whose womb was exceedingly
fertile,
Cried out as she sat
On her twentieth brat:
"Oh get me a chastity
girdle!
The organ of a gent from
Kent
Was angled like the roof
of a tent.
When his good wife Nell
Began to swell,
He said, "Why, I've a
creative bent.
A ticklish young lady named
Nancy
Was wooed by a fellow
named Clancy.
Though he tickled her
pink,
What made her heart sink
Was that he didn't tickle
her fancy.