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                    Then when she had wiped off her bung
                            
                    Of the clinkers that thereunto clung,
                            She would singe off the hair
                            That had sprouted down there,
                            
                    And would lick her twat clean with her tongue.
                            
                                              

There was a young man of Bombay, 
                                        Who fashioned a c--t out of clay. 
                                                      But the heat of his prick, 
                                                      Turned it into a brick, 
                                        And chafed all his foreskin away. 

There was a young man from Racine
Who was weaned at the age of eighteen.
He said, "I'll admit
There's no milk in the tit,
But think of the fun it has been."

There was a young man from Venice 
            Who played a good game of lawn tennis. 
                But the game he liked best, 
                Far more than the rest, 
            Was played with two balls and a pennis. 

               There was a young choirboy from Devon 
               Who was raped in a haystack by seven 
                    High Anglican priests--- 
                    (Lascivious beasts)--- 
               For of such is the kingdom of heaven