
There once was a clergyman's daughter
Who detested the pony he bought her,
	Till she found that its dong
	Was as hard and as long
As the prayers her father had taught her.

She married a fellow named Tony
Who soon found her fucking the pony.
	Said he, "What's it got,
	My dear, that I've not?"
Sighed she, "Just a yard-long bologna."
