Jorge & Morge

There once was a boy named Jorge,
Who liked to make checks forged.
He was caught,
And was sent to wrought,
Where no one would miss him,
Down in prison.

A boy was released who was our Jorge,
Who liked a girl named Morge.
Morge was a brunette,
Who liked to let,
All the men touch where she lacked fur,
Just to make her purr.

The boy named Jorge,
Got sick of the girl named Morge.
So Jorge took an axe,
Reminded her of the facts,
And cut her head off clean.
Some may say he was mean,
But Jorge will say no more,
Other than “She was a whore.”