Today's poems [7.4.18]
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There was a young fellow named Goff
Whose amusement was jacking it off
He pulled it so hard
It stretched out a yard.
And turned to bright blue and fell off.
There was an old hag named Le Sueur
Who just was an out-and-out whore.
Between her big tits
You could come for two bits,
And she'd fuck in any old sewer.
There was a young squaw of Wohunt
Who possessed a collapsible cunt.
It had many odd uses,
Produced no papooses,
And fitted both giant and runt.
In Kansas there lived a young monk
Who often was in a blue funk,
For his come always froze
On the sisters' thick hose,
And they never would part with a chunk.
A habit uncouth and unsav'ry,
Kept the Bishop of Essex in slav'ry,
Midst shrieks, hoots, and howls,
He'd bugger large owls,
Which he kept in an underground av'ry.
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