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In the shade of an old apple tree, Where between her fat legs, I could see A little brown spot With the hair in a knot And it certainly looked good to me |
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There was a fat lady of China Who had an enormous vagina And when she was dead They painted it red And used it for docking a liner. |
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There was an old man of Newport Whose prick was remarkably short. When he got into bed, The old woman said, "This isn't a prick, it's a wart!" |
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There was a young fellow from Florida Who liked a friend's wife, so he borrowed her. When they got into bed, He cried, "God strike me dead, This ain't a cunt, it's a corridor!" |
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A fellow whose surname was Hunt Trained his cock to perform a slick stunt. This versatile spout Could be turned inside out Like a glove and be used as a cunt. |
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There was an old man of Duluth Whose cock was shot off in his youth. He fucked with his nose, And his fingers and toes, And he came through a hole in his tooth. |
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There was a young girl, very sweet, Who thought sailors' meat quite a treat. When she sat on their lap, She unbuttoned their flap And always had plenty to eat. |
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There was a young lady of Mott Who inserted a fly up her twat And pretended the buzz Was not what it was, But something she knew it was not. |
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There was a young man named Mcphee Who was stung in the balls by a bee. He made oodles of money By oozing pure honey Everytime he attempted to pee. |
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There was a young man had the art Of making a capital tart With a handful of shit Some snot and a spit And he'd flavour the whole with a fart. |
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