Today's poems [6.4.08]
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There was an old scholar named Nick
Who wrote Latin and Greek with his prick.
He peed a paean
In the snow by the john
In script more than three inches thick.
A gardener named Kenneth McDeare
Likes plants more than women, we fear.
"He's hardly perennial."
Say folks who know Kenny well.
"He only comes up once a year"
To Italy went Sinclair Lewis
Documenting the life led by loose
But he unpacked his trunks
'Cause Florence slipped him a goose.
There once was a man from Madras
With testicles made of spun glass
When he rubbed them together
They played "Stormy Weather"
And lightning shot out of his ass
Sent by karen
There once was a man from Boston
Who had a very small Austin.
There was room for his ass
And a gallon of gas,...
His balls hung out and he lost 'em!
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