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Part 12 of 12 His bunghole was blown back to Sparta, Where they buried the rest of our farter, With a gravestone of turds Inscribed with the words: "To the Fine Art of Farting, A Martyr."
There was a young man named Isaac Cox Who took as his motto: "I suck cocks." This frank declaration Brought him such reputation That he spent twenty years sucking cocks on the docks.
Maggie is such a sad sack of shit That no one will tickle her tit. It would make her so glad To be had by a lad, Her drawers cream at the mere thought of it.
There was a young fellow named Bliss Whose sex live was strangely amiss. For even with Venus His recalcitrant penis Would seldom do better than t h i s .
There was a young fellow named Malcolm Who dusted his ass-hole with talcum. He'd always use it Everytime that he shit, And found the sensation quite welcome.
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