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Groff
360 lines
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Groff
There was a young girl in Berlin
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Who was fucked by an elderly Finn.
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Though he diddled his best,
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And fucked her with zest,
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She kept asking, "Hey, Pop, is it in?"
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I wooed a stewed nude in Bermuda,
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I was lewd, but my God! she was lewder.
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She said it was crude
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To be wooed in the nude-,
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I pursued her, subdued her, and screwed her!
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There was a young sailor from Brighton
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Who said to his girl, "You`re a tight one."
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She replied, " `Pon my soul,
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You're in the wrong hole;
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There`s plenty of room in the right one."
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A young woman got married at Chester,
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Her mother she kissed and she blessed her.
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Says she, "You`re in luck,
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He's a stunning good fuck,
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For I`ve had him myself down in Leicester."
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There was a young lady of Dover
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Whose passion was such that it drove her
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To cry, when you came,
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"Oh dear! What a shame!
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Well, now we shall have to start over."
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There was a young fellow named Goody
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Who claimed that he wouldn't, but would he?
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If he found himself nude
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With a gal in the mood,
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The question's not would he but could he?
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A pansy who lived in Khartoum
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Took a lesbian up to his room,
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And they argued all night
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Over who had the right
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To do what, and with which, and to whom.
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There was a young plumber of Leigh
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Who was plumbing a girl by the sea.
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She said, "Stop your plumbing,
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There`s somebody coming!"
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Said the plumber, still plumbing, "It`s me."
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Said a lecherous fellow named Shea,
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When his prick wouldn't rise for a lay,
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"You must seize it, and squeeze it,
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And tease it, and please it,
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For Rome wasn`t built in a day."
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"My back aches. My penis is sore.
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I simply can't fuck any more.
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I'm dripping with sweat,
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And you haven't come yet;
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And, my God! it`s a quarter to four!"
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The spouse of a pretty young thing
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Came home from the wars in the spring.
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He was lame but he came
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With his dame like a flame-
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A discharge is a wonderful thing.
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The limerick form is complex
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Its contents run chiefly to sex.
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It burgeons with virgeons
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And masculine urgeons,
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And swarms with erotic effex.
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There was a young fellow named Lancelot,
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Who his neighbors all looked on askance alot
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Whenever he'd pass
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A presentable lass,
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The front of his pants would advance a lot.
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In the Garden of Eden lay Adam,
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Complacently stroking his madam,
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And loud was his mirth
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For on all of the earth,There
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were only two balls -- and he had 'em.
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There was a young girl of Cah'lina,
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Had a very capricious vagina:
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To the shock of the fucker
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'Twould suddenly pucker,
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And whistle the chorus of "Dinah."
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The nipples of Sarah Sarong,
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When excited, are twelve inches long.
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This embarrassed her lover
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Who was pained to discover!
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She expected no less of his dong.
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There was a young idler named Blood,
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Made a fortune performing at stud,
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With a fifteen-inch peter,
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A double-beat metre,
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And a load like the Biblical Flood.
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There was a young woman in Dee
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Who stayed with each man she did see.
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When it came to a test
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She wished to be best,
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And practice makes perfect, you see.
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A young man with passions quite gingery
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Tore a hole in his sister's best lingerie.
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He slapped her behind
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And made up his mind
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To add incest to insult and injury.
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If you're speaking of actions immoral
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Then how about giving the laurel
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To doughty Queen Esther,
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No three men could best her-
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One fore, and one aft, and one oral.
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There was a young man of Kildare
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Who was fucking a girl on the stair.
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The bannister broke,
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But he doubled his stroke
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And finished her off in mid-air.
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A remarkable race are the Persians,
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They have such peculiar diversions.
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They screw the whole day
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In the regular way,
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And save up the nights for perversions.
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King Louis gave a lesson in Class,
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One time he was sexing a lass.
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When she used the word "Damn"
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He rebuked her: "Please ma`am,
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Keep a more civil tongue in my ass."
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There was a young man of Nantucket
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Whose prick was so long he could suck it.
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He said with a grin,
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As he wiped off his chin,
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"If my ear were a cunt I could fuck it."
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There was a young fellow named Tucker
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Who, instructing a novice cock-sucker,
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Said, "Don`t bow out your lips
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Like an elephant's hips,
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The boys like it best when they pucker."
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There was a young monk from Siberia
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Whose morals were very inferior.
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He did to a nun
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What he shouldn't have done,
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And now she's a Mother Superior.
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There was a young girl named Anheuser
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Who said that no man could surprise her.
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But Pabst took a chance,
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Found Schlitz in her pants,
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And now she is sadder Budweiser.
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A salvation Lassie named Claire
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Was having her first love affair.
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As she climbed into bed
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She reverently said,
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"I wish to be opened with prayer."
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There was a young fellow named Gluck
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Who found himself shit out of luck.
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Though he petted and wooed,
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When he tried to get screwed
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He found virgins just don't give a fuck.
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There was a young girl from Sofia
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Who succumbed to her lover's desire.
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She said, "It`s a sin,
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But now that it's in,
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Could you shove it a few inches higher?"
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There was a young girl who begat
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Three brats, by name Nat, Pat, and Tat.
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It was fun in the breeding
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But hell in the feeding,
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When she found there was no tit for Tat.
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There was a young lady of Maine
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Who declared she'd a man on the brain.
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But you knew from the view
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Of the way her waist grew,
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It was not on her brain that he'd lain.
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There once was a floozie named Annie
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Whose prices were cosy -- but canny :
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A buck for a fuck,
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Fifty cents for a suck,
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And a dime for a feel of her fanny.
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There was a young lady from Cue
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Who filled her vagina with glue.
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She said with a grin,
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"If they pay to get in,
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They`ll pay to get out of it too."
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A harlot of note named Le Dux
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Would always charge seventy bucks,
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But for that she would suck you,
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And wink-off and fuck you --
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The whole thing was simply de luxe!
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There was an old whore named McGee
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Who was just the right sort for a spree.
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She said, "For a fuck
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I charge half a buck,
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And I throw in the ass-hole for free."
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A licentious old justice of Salem
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Used to catch all the harlots and jail 'em.
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But instead of a fine
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He would stand them in line,
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With his common-law tool to impale 'em.
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Ethnologists up with the Sioux
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Wired home for two punts, one canoe.
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The answer next day
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Said, "Girls on the way,
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But what the hell`s a `panoe`?"
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There once was a harlot at Yale
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With her price-list tattooed on her tail,
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And on her behind,
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For the sake of the blind,
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She had it embroidered in Braille.
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There was a young lady at sea
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Who said, "God, how it hurts me to pee."
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"I see," said the mate,
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"That accounts for the state
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Of the captain, the purser, and me."
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There was a young sailor named Bates
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Who did the fandango on skates.
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He fell on his cutlass
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Which rendered him nutless!
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And practically useless on dates.
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There was a young lady of Clewer
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Who was riding a horse, and it threw her.
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A man saw her there
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With her legs in the air,
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And seized the occasion to screw her.
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And then ther's a story that's fraught
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With disaster -- of balls that got caught,
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When a chap took a crap
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In the woods, and a trap
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Underneath... Oh, I can't bear the thought!
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There was a young man with a hernia
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Who said to his surgeon, "Gosh-dernya,
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When carving my middle
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Be sure you don't fiddle
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With matters that do not concern ya."
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There was a young man of Khartoum
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Who lured a poor girl to her doom.
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He not only fucked her,
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But buggered and sucked her --
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And left her to pay for the room.
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There was an old rake from Stamboul
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Felt his ardor grow suddenly cool.
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No lack of affection
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Reduced his erection --
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But his zipper had just caught his tool.
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Asquemish young fellow named Brand
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Thought caressing his penis was grand,
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But he viewed with distaste
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The gelatinous paste
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That it left in the palm of his hand.
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She made a thing of soft leather,
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And topped off the end with a feather.
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When she poked it inside her
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She took off like a glider,
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And gave up her lover forever.
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A vigorous fellow named Bert
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Was attracted by every new skirt.
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Oh, it wasn't their minds
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But their rounded behinds!
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that excited this loveable flirt.!
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There was a young lady from China
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Who mistook for her mouth her vagina.
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Her clitoris huge
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She covered with rouge
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And lipsticked her labia minor.
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A psychoneurotic fanatic
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Said, "I take little girls to the attic,
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Then whistle a tune
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'Bout the cow and the moon --,
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When the cow jumps, I come. It`s dramatic."
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There was a young girl from Hong Kong
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Whose cervical cap was a gong.
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She said with a yell
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As a shot rang the bell,
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"I`ll give you a ding for a dong."
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Van Gogh found a whore who would lay,
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And accept a small painting as pay.
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"Vive l`Art!" cried Van Gogh,
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"But it`s too fucking slow --
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I wish I could paint ten a day!"
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young man who lived in Khartoum
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Was exceedingly fond of the womb.
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He thought nothing finer
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Than the female vagina,
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So he kept three of four in his room.
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There was a young farmer of Nant
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Whose conduct was gay and gallant,
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For he fucked all his dozens
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Of nieces and cousins,
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In addition, of course, to his aunt.
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There was a young lady named Smith
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Whose virtue was largely a myth.
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She said, "Try as I can
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I can't find a man
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Who it`s fun to be virtuous with."
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When the judge, with his wife having sport,
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Proved suddenly two inches short,
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The good woman declined,
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And the judge had her fined
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By proving contempt of the court.
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The mathematician Von Blecks
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Devised an equation for sex,
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Having proved a good fuck
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Isn't patience of luck,
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But a function of Y over X.
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A lady athletic and handsome
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Got wedged in her sleeping room transom.
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When she offered much gold
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For release, she was told,
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That the view is worth more than the ransom.
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There was a young lady of Trent
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Who said that she knew what it meant
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When he asked her to dine,
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Private room, lots of wine,
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'She knew, oh she knew! -- but she went!
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