There once was a fellow named Pap, <br />he was Greek but alazy old chap. <br />While his hand was inside <br />of his Inuit bride <br />he said, something in here is on tap. <br /> <br />And he took out a sample of cells <br />while ignoring the whistles and bells. <br />He said, please dear, compliance <br />is the essence of science <br />so hold still please, Mademoiselle. <br /> <br />And he filled up a small amber glass <br />with some drops from her underpass. <br />When he finished she said <br />let us stay in this bed <br />he said yes when she wiggled her ass. <br /> <br />Thus the PAP Test was born in a fever <br />it was named (all in Greek) Test Of Beaver, <br />and the man became rich <br />from a down under itch <br />Every Greek tends to be an achiever.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-down-under-itch/
