"Your Mama, did Kubla Khan
upon her stately pleasure-domes pee:
Where urea, his sacred river, ran
to her caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless queef.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With sugar walls hair-girdled round:
And her knockers bright with urine spills,
Where blossomed many a stretch mark;
And here were age-spots ancient as the hills,
Enfolding splattered spots of farts."
-- Kubla Khan