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Today's poems[1.25.02]
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Said Senator David I. Walsh,
"These charges against me are false.
Though I did go to Brooklyn
For sooklyn and fooklyn,
Not a gob laid his hands on my balsh."
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There once was a man named MacBride
Who fell in a privy and died.
He had a young brother,
Who fell in another,
And now they're interred (in turd) side by side.
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There once was a boring young Reverend
Who preached till it seemed he would never end.
His hearers, en masse,
Got a pain in the ass,
And prayed--- for relief of their nether end.
Send this poem to a friend 3 There was a young miss from Johore
Who'd lie on a mat on the floor;
In a manner uncanny
She'd wobble her fanny,
And drain your nuts dry to the core.
Send this poem to a friend 4 A wide-bottomed girl named Trasket
Had a hole as big as a basket.
A spot, as a bride,
In it now, you could hide,
And include with your luggage your mascot.
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