
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.
