Prostitution

There once was a man named Dave,

Who kept a dead whore in a cave.

She was missing a tit,

And smelled quite a bit,

But think of the money he saved!

 

A shiftless young fellow of Kent

Had his wife fuck the landlord for rent.

But as she grew older

The landlord grew colder,

And now they live out in a tent.

 

There once was a harlot at Yale

With her price-list tattooed on her tail,

And on her behind,

For the sake of the blind,

She had it embroidered in Braille.

 

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