Today's poems [2.12.09]

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There was a young whore whose de-light
        Was to lure all the men of the night.
        She'd en-trap them with bets,
        Then ad-mi-re their pecks
        And then stare at the ceil-ing all night.

               There was a young girl of East Anglia 
               Whose loins were a tangle of ganglia. 
                    Her mind was a webbing 
                    Of Freud and Kraft-Ebing 
               And all sorts of other mew-fanglia. 

There was an old spinster of Tyre
Who bellowed, "MY CUNT IS ON FIRE!"
So a fireman was found,
Brought his engine around
And extinguished her burning desire

There was a young squaw of Wohunt 
            Who possessed a collapsible cunt. 
                It had many odd uses, 
                Produced no papooses, 
            And fitted both giant and runt. 

               There was a young fellow named Tucker 
               Who, instructing a novice cock-sucker, 
                    Said, "Don't bow out your lips 
                    Like an elephant's hips, 
               The boys like it best when you pucker." 
                                                  

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