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There was once a young man named MacBride Who fell into a privy and died. MacBride had a brother Who fell in another, And now they're interred side by side. |
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He could vary, with proper persuasion, His fart to suit any occasion. He could fart like a flute Like a lark, like a lute, This highly fartistic Caucasian. |
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He'd fart a gavotte for a starter, And fizzle a fine serenata. He could play on his anus The Coriolanus: Oof, boom, er-tum, tootle, hum tah-dah! |
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There was a young man named Ringer, Who was seducing a beautiful singer. He said with a grin, "I've now rammed it in!" She said, "You mean that isn't your finger?" |
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There is a young lass of Valencia, For whom sex is a form of dementia. For the first hour she's quiet, Then she builds to a riot, With a noise that grows quickly intensia. |
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He was great in the Christmas Cantata, He could double-stop fart The Toccata, He'd boom from his ass Bach's B-Minor Mass, And in counterpoint, La Traviata. |
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Spurred on by a very high wager With an envious Lieutenant Major, He proceeded to fart The complete oboe part Of the Hayden Octet in B-Major. |
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A disgusting young man named McGill Made his neighbors exceedingly ill Because of his habits Involving white rabbits And a bird with a flexible bill. |
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Fuck me quick, fuck me deep, fuck me oft, In the bog, in the bath, in the loft, Up my ass, up my quim Knees, armpits, lip rim, With your prick...but *please*...nothing soft. |
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It went off in capital style, And he farted it through with a smile; Then, feeling quite jolly, He tried the finale Blowing double-stopped farts all the while. |
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