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A lawyer who was a newlywed groom
Took his bride to their honeymoon room
But they talked the whole night
As to who had the right
To do what, with which, and to whom.
Send this poem to a friend 1 Pardon My French
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The finest culture
Comes from Frontz
And hoe-knee-swat-key
Molly-ponce!
Sally learned
To speak in French
She's now a dame
And not a wench
Dick acquired
That language fair
And now he's swayve
And deb-an-err
Speaking French
Will prove you're better
Show you've got a
Rays-on-debtor
Read in French
And sack-ray-blue!
You're sure to find
Your tom-pair-doo
Write in French
And you'll be famous
Just like muss-your
Albert Camus
You can bet
Your dairy-air
Your French will prove
Your salve-war-fare
He who is
A true believer
Shows his Gallic
Joyed-a-fever
French cuisine
Is all the rage
So drink Bored-O
With soft from-age
Wear a little
Black beret
And eat cross-ants
With French calf-A
Then there's all
That art you know
So speak bow-czar
And art-new-foe
And what a joy
To smoke Get-tans
While watching films
That come from Cans
I guess it's not
An easy job
To be a phony
Stuck-up snob...
Such games in Frontz
They also play
But there "c'est snob"
To speak anglais!
Send this poem to a friend 2 There was a young man had the art
Of making a capital tart
With a handful of shit
Some snot and a spit
And he'd flavour the whole with a fart.
Send this poem to a friend 3 There was a young lady of Mott
Who inserted a fly up her twat
And pretended the buzz
Was not what it was,
But something she knew it was not.
Send this poem to a friend 4 There was a young girl, very sweet,
Who thought sailors' meat quite a treat.
When she sat on their lap,
She unbuttoned their flap
And always had plenty to eat.
Send this poem to a friend 5