There was a young man from Madras
Who had two balls made of brass
In stormy weather
They’d clang together
And sparks would fly out of his arse

One of my Professor friends told me that one …..

There was a young man from Bengal
Who had a hexahydromical ball
The cube of its weight
times his pecker plus eight
Was three fifths of five eights of fuck all!

That one too…