roses are red
violets are corney
when i think of you
oh baby i ged horney
if you kiss me dont be sassy
you your tongue and make is nasty
There was a young man in Woods Hole
Who had an affair with a mole.
Though a bit of a nancy
He did like to fancy
Himself in a dominant role.
Mary had a little lamb,
It's fleece was scarlet red.
The reason for this colour scheme
was the pick-axe in it's head.
There once was a writer named Twain
Who had a peculiar stain
Surrounding the head
Of his prick: it was red,
And was said to wash off in the rain.
A sadistic young cook, Miss McDillet
Gets very upset when you fill it.
When she's done and hops off,
She lops your thing off,
And sautÚs it up in a skillet.
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