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Today's poems[10.25.98]

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Here was a young man of Cape Horn, 
                                        Who wished he had never been born. 
                                                      And he wouldn't have been, 
                                                      If his father had seen 
                                        That the end of the rubber was torn. 
                                                                                                                                      



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There was a young fellow from Wark, Who, when he screws, has to bark. His wife is a bitch, With a terrible itch, So the town never sleeps after dark.
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There was a young fellow of Strensall, Whose prick was as sharp as a pencil. On the night of his wedding, It went through the bedding, And shattered the chamber utensil.
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So here was this fellow from Strensall, Whose pecker was shaped like a pencil, Anemic, 'tis true, But an interesting screw, Inasmuch as the tip is prehensile.
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There was a young lady of Michigan, Who said, "Damn it! I've got the itch again." Said her mother, "That's strange, I'm surprised it ain't mange, If you've slept with that son-of-a-bitch again."
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There was a young man of Bombay, Who fashioned a c--t out of clay. But the heat of his prick, Turned it into a brick, And chafed all his foreskin away.
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A fellow who slept with a whore, Used a safe, but his pecker got sore. Said he with chagrin, "Selling these is a sin," Said the druggist, "Caveat emptor".
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There was a young lass from Ignatius Who lived in a garret quite spacious. When she went to here auntie's She always wore panties, But alone in her garret,---good gracious.
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There is a professor named Martin From whom I'm about to be partin', And on my way out, He may here me shout, "It's your face I'd sure like to fart in."
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There was a young lady of Arden, Who s----d off a man in a garden. He said, "My dear Flo, Where does that stuff go?" And she said, "(swallow hard)-- I beg pardon?" 1932
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