There once was a lady from Yunk,
her house was too full of junk.
her children played,
but were always dismayed,
when she locked all their toys in a trunk.
There once was a man from Yunk,
he slept on a bench like a drunk.
his family made
up his bed where he stayed
but he kept to his bench in a funk.
There once was a dog from Yunk,
he belonged to the local monk,
he no longer got laid
cuz his boner was spayed
and he smelled all to often like skunk.
