I "wrote" this in my head when fatigued on my way to the races at Daytona a few years ago.
A remarkably shy armadillo,
Who hailed from old Amarillo,
Would curl up in fright,
As his girl friend, each night,
Would pull sex toys from under her pillow.
There was a young man from Darjeeling
Who boarded a bus bound for Ealing
He saw on the door
Don’t piss on the floor
So he climbed up and pissed on the ceiling.
