A near-sighted chap named Coulter
Led a glamorous gal to the altar.
Quite lovely he thought her
Till some strong soap and hot water
Made her look like the rock of Gibraltar.

There once was an apple-cheeked runt 
            Who was welcomed with joy at the Front. 
                This God's gift to he-men 
                Prevented spilled semen, 
            For his ass was tattooed like a cunt. 

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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.
                            

Part 2 of 12
   
                    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.
                            

Part 2 of 12
   
                    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.