My humor was also molded by a book I found in the library when I was in the 3rd grade. Until then, I read a book only because I was told to do so. It was a book of poems that circulated by word of mouth in the 1890's and 1900's ( I learned this just a few years ago). It was titled,
"Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes". It was hard-core for a 3rd grader in a very conservative home.
I am guessing it has been cancelled by now but I have a hard copy.
I can remember a couple of them, not verbatum but you get the jest..
Little Willie threw his sister down the well.
Where she went he would not tell.
Momma went to draw some water, sure is hard to raise a daughter
Little Willie dressed in sashes, fell into the fire and burned to ashes.
Bye and bye, the room grew chilly but no one cared to poke up Willie.
Oh yes, Little Willie.
Little Willie
Pair of skates
Hole in ice
Golden Gates
Willie with a thirst for gore
Nailed his sister to the door
Mother said with humor quaint
Careful Will, don't mar the paint!
Little Willie on the tracks
Heard the engine squeal
Now the engine's coming back
They're scraping Willie off the wheel
Willie fell down the elevator
Wasn't found till six days later
At the funeral the neighbors sniffed gee whiz
What a spoiled child Willie is!
Willie poisoned his father's tea
Father died in agony
Willie's mother said quite vexed
Really Will! What next?
Not Willies, but related to yours:
Cooking toast by the fireside
Nurse fell in the grate and died
What makes matters ten times worse
All the toast was burned with nurse
In the well
Which the plumber built her
Aunt Eliza fell
We must buy a filter
I didn't need to check a book out, this was the type of humor I was exposed to in my home. If you had met my parents and their parents you would never have guessed because they were so outwardly conservative. My education, based on science and the scientific method, was also well rounded.