Salad Tossing In prison's a very large man Six-eight, quite tattooed, his name's Dan With syrup or Spam or blueberry jam Of salad-tossing Dan will make you a fan. Qualing An eccentric professor at Yale was consumed with a passion to quale. That quirky old Phil danced like Buffalo Bill And wished he'd been born a female. Disemboweling (for Trevor) The landlord looked in with a scowl "I've put up with perversions quite foul. I don't mind what you do Just clean up when you're through. Use a Shop-Vac if you must disembowel!" P.S. I have no idea if 'qualing' is spelled right. The fellow who wrote it down for me is spectacularly bad at spelling. For those of you who dispute the place of disembowelment in these poemes, it shows up because Trev was talking about it as an arousing act. Don't blame me.