Today's poems [1.23.13]
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There was a young lass from Ignatius
Who lived in a garret quite spacious.
When she went to here auntie's
She always wore panties,
But alone in her garret,---good gracious.
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 Arden,
Who s----d off a man in a garden.
He said, "My dear Flo,
Where does that stuff go?"
And she said, "(swallow hard)-- I beg pardon?"
There was a young student of Yale
Who was getting his first piece of tail.
He shoved in his pole,
But in the wrong hole,
And a voice from beneath yelled: "No sale!"
There was a young lady of Exeter,
So pretty, that men craned their necks at her.
One was even so brave
As to take out and wave
The distinguishing mark of his sex at her.
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