The Craven

With (insincere) apologies to Edgar Allen Poe, this is called, The Craven:

Once upon a midnight lonely
as I rammed your mother solely --
solely on account of she's a misbegotten whore,
And as her ass I was a-tapping
suddenly, there came a rapping,
as of somehow tightly strapping --
strapping your mom to the floor.
"'Twas the wind," said I, "and nothing more."