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Q. Flaccus in his third liber: "The Romans have no wood-pulp fiber. A crapulent quorum Will squat in the Forum And heave dirty stones in the Tiber."
A whore grown too old to get laid Turned parfumeuse, finding it paid To concoct Fleur de Floozie From the juice of her coosie (Substantial discount to the trade).
There was an old gent from Kentuck Who boasted a filigreed schmuck, But he put it away For fear that one day He might put it in and get stuck.
A lacklustre lady of Brougham Weaveth all night at her loom. Anon she doth blench When her lord and his wench Pull a chain in the neighboring room.
As Apollo was chasing the fair Daphne she vanished in air. He could find but a shrub With thick bark on the hub And not even a knot-hole to spare.
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