
There was a young fellow of Greenwich
Whose balls were all covered with spinach.
	He had such a tool
	It was wound on a spool,
And he reeled it out inich by inich.

But this tale has an unhappy finich,
For due to the sand in the spinach
	His ballocks grew rough
	And wrecked his wife's muff,
And scratched up her thatch in the scrimmage.
