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In a conference, lonely Fred posted, His plea for a friendly young co-ed. The response was frenetic, From gals energetic, And he died when his modem exploded. |
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A Cajun gourmet named LaSalle, Is the chef at dat place on Canal. He put lotta spice On your red beans an' rice, And make lightnin' shoot outta your bowel! |
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My back aches, my pussy is sore, I simply can't fuck any more, I'm covered with sweat, And you haven't come yet, And my God, it's a quarter to four! |
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Said a swinging young girl named Lyth Whose virtue was largely a myth, "Try as hard as I can, I can't find a man That it's fun to be virtuous with." |
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The youth who frequent picture palaces Have no use for psychoanalysis, And although Dr Freud Is distinctly annoyed, They cling to their long-standing fallacies. |
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There once was a queen of Bulgaria Whose bush had grown hairier and hairier, Till a prince from Peru Who came up for a screw Had to hunt for her cunt with a terrier. |
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There once was a fiesty young terrier Who liked to bite girls on the derriere. He'd yip and he'd yap, Then leap up and snap; And the fairer the derriere the merrier. |
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There was a young girl of Angina Who stretched catgut across her vagina. From the love-making frock, (with the proper sized cock) Came Tocata and Fugue in D minor. |
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There was a young girl of Darjeeling Who could dance with such exquisite feeling. There was never a sound For miles around, Save of fly-buttons hitting the ceiling. |
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There was a young lady named Clair Who possessed a magnificent pair. Or at least so I thought, Till I saw one get caught On a thorn, and began losing air. |
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