Fucking is a filthy deed -- I like it.
It satisfies a normal need -- I like it.
   It makes you sick, it makes you well,
   It turns your spine to fucking jell,
It damns your soul to Eternal Hell!  -- I like it.

 (Viariant found without 'I like it')    1957A  

I once knew a terrible bragger
Who walked with a clump and a swagger.
   The reason, they say,
   That the guy walked that way
Was, his dick was cut off with a dagger.

                                1961A.  

        COME, SWEET DEATH

We miss that lean guy with the beard
Whose experience with women was weird:
   In South Carolina
   He fell in a vagina,
Screamed, struggled, and then disappeared!  

Up the street sex is sold by the piece,
And I wish that foul traffic would cease.
   It's a shame and improper,
   And I'd phone for a copper,
But that's where you'll find the police!

                                     1965 

          A VALENTINE

In my heart you've a permanent place;
I'm enthralled by your charm and your grace.
   You give my heart ease,
   And now, if you please,
Get your big grimy ass off my face.

                                 1967.