There was a young lady of fashion 
            Who had oodles and oodles of passion. 
                To her lover she said, 
                As they climbed into bed, 
            "Here's one thing the bastards can't ration!"



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As he creamed my wife's cunt, the coon said, 
            "I could fuck this until she was dead!" 
                As he plugged up her trough, 
                I jerked myself off; 
            "If that's how you feel, go ahead!" 



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My wife is an amorous soul 
            On fire for an African's pole. 
                She told a coon chauffeur 
                That he was her gopher--- 
            And, say, did he go for her hole! 



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Alas for a preacher named Hoke, 
            Whose shit was all stuck in his poke. 
                He farted a blast 
                That left hearers aghast, 
            But nothing emerged but some smoke. 



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Van Gogh found a whore who would lay, 
               And accept a small painting as pay. 
                    "Vive l' Art!" cried Van Gogh, 
                    "But it's too fucking slow--- 
               I wish I could paint ten a day!" 



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