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                    He could vary, with proper persuasion,
                            
                    His fart to suit any occasion.
                            He could fart like a flute,
                            Like a lark, like a lute,
                            
                    This highly fartistic Caucasian.
                            

When Asimov penned long ago
The Three Laws that all robots know,
Had Star Wars shown then,
The Fourth would have been:
"A robot must not steal the show." 

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!"

There once was a man of Sag Harbor 
            Who used to go with a fag barber. 
                He gave some auditions 
                In many positions, 
            And now he plays flute with Jan Garber. 

A pansy who lived in Khartoum
Took a lesbian up to his room,
    And they argued all night
    Over who had the right
To do what, and with which, and to whom.