There once was a rich old roué
Who felt himself slipping away.
He endowed a large ward
In a house where he'd whored.
Was a crowd at his funeral? I'll say!
There was an old parson of Lundy,
Fell asleep in his vestry on Sunday.
He awoke with a scream:
"What, another wet dream!
This comes from not frigging since Monday."
A sheep-herder outside Van Buren
Lost half of his flock with the murrain.
Quoth the state veterinary,
"You ought not to carry
Them spirochetes found in your urine.
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