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There was a young lady named Rose Who'd occasionally straddle a hose, And parade about squirting And spouting and spurting, Pretending she pissed like her beaux She was seen by her cousin named Anne, Who improved the original plan. She said, "My dear Rose, In this lowly old hose Are all the best parts of a man." So, avoiding the crude and sadistic, She frigged in a manner artistic: At the height of her pleasure She turned up the pressure, And cried, "Ain't it grand and realistic!" They soon told the Duchess of Fyfe, And her crony, the alderman's wife; And they found it so pleasing, And tickling and teasing That they washed men right out of their life. It was tried by the great Mrs. Biddle, And she said to her husband, "Go fiddle! Here's double the fun, And you get three in one--- A ducking, a douche, and a diddle." It was tried by the dancer, Di Basle, Whose cunt was just made for a nozzle. She said, "I admit It's an elegant fit, But of course it won't do for the arse 'ole." It was tried by the Duchess of Porter, And passed on by her to her daughter, Who said, "With a leman You're fearful of semen, But a fuck's as effective with water." Thus writes Lady Vanderbilt-Horsett, Who invented the Lonely-Maid Corset: "I thought all vicarious Fucking precarious. I was wrong. It's a whiz. I endorse it. Soon in Paris, on the Boulevard Salique, You sould purchase (complet avec talic, Pour soixante francs cinq) A short hose and a tank, And they call it Le Fuckeur Hydraulique.
There was a young lady from Niger, Who smiled as she rode on a tiger. After the ride She was inside, And the smile was on the face of the tiger.
There once was a man from Calcutta Who spoke with a terrible stutter To the waiter he said, "Give me bu-bu-bu-bread and some bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-butter." Sent by Jennifer
Smoking reefer didn't cause him to fail, And that Lewinsky affair is a tale. These two things they will name, When the defense makes its claim, That neither Bill nor the girl did inhale.
Here's to old King Montezuma, For fun he would bugger a puma. The puma in play Clawed both balls away--- How's that for animal humor?
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