A humorous poem bought up to date for my tastes...

There was a fat lady from Ealing
who had a peculiar feeling.
She lay on her back
and opened her crack
and pissed all over the ceiling!

I say to the lady in Ealing,
your fountain of piss is appealing.
Don't let it go to waste,
When I thirst for a taste,
Use my face instead of your ceiling!