Odes to the Anatomy

And one last trip down twisted memory lane. This one is dated 12/11/91 and features some clever doodles that I can't do justice here.

Ass
Not a pretty thing
No voice with which to sing
Some hair, a crack, two parts
Pressure builds, then farts

Tits
Two friends, such plump amigos
They bob wherever she goes
No foe can come between us
A place to stick my ______

Nose
No nose with which to smell
Could ever live to tell
The tongue to lick the dish
The place that smells like fish

Ear
What? I cannot hear
A thing without my ear
If bad, the things you say
My ear, I turn away