Today's poems [2.19.09]
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Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
There is a professor named Martin
From whom I'm about to be partin',
And on my way out,
He may here me shout,
"It's your face I'd sure like to fart in."
There was a young lady of Gloucester
Whose friends they thought they had lost her,
Till they found on the grass
The marks of her ass,
And the knees of the man who had crossed her.
There was a young man named Zerubbabel
Who had only one real, and one rubber ball.
When they asked if his pleasure
Was only half measure,
He replied, "That is highly improbable."
There was a young lady from Brussels
Who was proud of her vaginal muscles.
She could easily plex them
And so interflex them
As to whistle love songs through her bustles.
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