Today's poems [8.2.09]
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There once was a geologist named Wassal,
Who one day found a colossal fossil.
He could tell by the bend,
And the knob at the end,
That it was the peter of Paul, the apostile.
In the quaint English village of Worcester
Lived a little red hen and a rooster.
A coquettish glance
She acquired in Framce
Gave him ants in his pants, and he goosed her.
Holy mother full of grace,
Bless my boyfriends sexy face,
keep him from the girls I hate,
For we were meant to be soul mates,
Sent by L&S
Part 6 of 12
Spurred on by a very high wager
With an envious German named Bager,
He'd proceeded to fart
The complete oboe part
Of a Hayden Octet in B-Major.
There was a young girl from Devizes
Who had titz of different sizes
One was small
Almost nothing at all
And the other was big, and won prizes.
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