It's not her fault that she's called fanny.
I couldn't laugh when she told me what her name was.

You've got to blame the parents.
I mean how relentless are they calling there new born Fanny?

How do they live with themselves?
Why not Beatrice, Gertrude or Sylvia.

NO IT HAD TO BE FANNY!
It sometimes angers me, to think how they could do it.

I often sit and feel sorry for this poor girl Fanny
How does she live with herself?

How does she live at all?
When I think of the word Fanny it brings a smile to my face

But when I think of Fanny herself it always brings a saddened look upon me.

Nathan Strange

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poor-girl-named-fanny/