Sentence The Threehundredandthirtysecond
There was a Colleen from Kilkenny,
Who swore blind she hadn't had any;
When she took off her vest,
And was put to the test,
It was clear that she'd surely had many;
As Denuded she lay on the table,
An autoschediastic babel,
Without a chicane,
Or another to blame,
She admitted, that “yes,” she was able:
Her first was a fine lad named Benny,
Then Simon and Peter and Lenny,
Gordon, and Stephen and Seamus and Sean,
Fingal and Fraser and Joseph and John,
And her youngest is sweet natured Jenny!