Call the Overseer

In Bolivia, the soldiers stationed on the North-West border
Could not see o’er the wall their neighbours built to curb disorder
They tried a tower built of wood, a ladder made of rope
But they only solved their problem when they built a Peruscope

Not from Warsaw

I put a pole inside my toilet
But the landlord in control
Went off to court, the judge agreed
“Your contract has not one loo pole!”

They Hate Her Guts!

Her lovers kiss her mouth, her neck
Their lips, impassioned, downward hie
But when they kiss her navel base
they all turn up their toes and die