Today's poems [3.23.09]
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There was a young man named Manis
Who had an extremely large anus.
When he went to make doo
It was four foot by two
And the smell was really quite heinous!
There was a young man named Cattell
Who knew psychophysics so well,
That each time he shit
He'd stop, measure it---
It's length, and it's breadth, and it's smell.
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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."
A certain young man of St. Paul
Consistently practiced withdrawal.
This quaint predilection
Created such friction,
He soon had no foreskin at all.
A proper young lady of Taos
Had her panties trimmed neatly with lace.
But a vulgar young man
Raped her roughly, and ran,
And left them pure panties in chaos.
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