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Today's poems[12.23.01]
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We once had a clerk named Pyle
Who had an affair with our file.
'Twas strewn askew
From K through Q,
And the P's were all sticky and vile.
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On the breasts of a barmaid named Gail
Was tattoo'd the price of her ale.
And for the sake of the blind
Upon her behind
Was the same information in Braille.
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There was a young man named Sweeny
Who spilt some gin on his weenie,
So just to be couth,
He added vermouth
And slipped his girl a martini.
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A horny old broad from Point Breeze
Once said to her lover, "Oh please!
You'd enhance my bliss
If you'd play more with this
And pay less attention to these."
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A girl on a southern plantation
Was the product of insemination.
So each fathers' day
She would send a bouquet
To a syringe in a far away nation.
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