For Mr. A. Phuk, Aka Fark Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There once was a fellow named Lark,
he would smoke near the shed, in the dark
When the neighbour's cute wife
said too short is your life
he said, Lark thinks, we'll fark in the dark.

What is fark said the lady, please tell,
is it likely to get you in Hell?
Never mind said the Lark
simply think of a shark
who seeks refuge inside a deep well.

She was cute as I said but quite slow.
Well, I need to, I must really know.
Is a fark's like a fork
and it triggers the stork
it will cost you a bundle of dough.

So they went for a walk in the park,
it was eerie and pitchblackin' dark.
They enjoyed the long walk,
all they did was to talk,
and they never again mentioned Fark.