There was a young lady of
Natchez
Who chanced to be born with two snatches
And she often said, "
Shit!
Why, I'd give either tit
For a man with
equipment that matches."
There was a young fellow named Locke
Who was born with a
two-headed cock.
When he'd
fondle the thing
It would rise up and sing
An
antiphonal chorus by
Bach.
But whether these two ever met
Has not been recorded as yet
Still, it would be
diverting
To see him inserting
His
whang while it sang a duet.