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A lacklustre lady of Brougham Weaveth all night at her loom. Anon she doth blench When her lord and his wench Pull a chain in the neighboring room.
In the soap opera heard in Gomorrah, The heroine wakes up in horror To find that a prick Nearly three inches thick Is halfway up her tune-in-tomorrow.
There was a young lady of Michigan, Who said, "Damn it! I've got the itch again." Said her mother, "That's strange, I'm surprised it ain't mange, If you've slept with that son-of-a-bitch again."
There was a young girl in Berlin Who ecked out a living through sin. She didn't mind fucking, But much preferred sucking, And she'd wipe off the pricks on her chin.
On a bridge overlooking a ravine Archibald was screwing Kathleen. The force of his lunge Caused the whole bridge to plunge. The worst fucking disaster yet seen.
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