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Pardon My French
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The finest culture
Comes from Frontz
And hoe-knee-swat-key
Molly-ponce!
Sally learned
To speak in French
She's now a dame
And not a wench
Dick acquired
That language fair
And now he's swayve
And deb-an-err
Speaking French
Will prove you're better
Show you've got a
Rays-on-debtor
Read in French
And sack-ray-blue!
You're sure to find
Your tom-pair-doo
Write in French
And you'll be famous
Just like muss-your
Albert Camus
You can bet
Your dairy-air
Your French will prove
Your salve-war-fare
He who is
A true believer
Shows his Gallic
Joyed-a-fever
French cuisine
Is all the rage
So drink Bored-O
With soft from-age
Wear a little
Black beret
And eat cross-ants
With French calf-A
Then there's all
That art you know
So speak bow-czar
And art-new-foe
And what a joy
To smoke Get-tans
While watching films
That come from Cans
I guess it's not
An easy job
To be a phony
Stuck-up snob...
Such games in Frontz
They also play
But there "c'est snob"
To speak anglais!
Send this poem to a friend 1 Make My Boobies One More Size
~~~~Biggie Spears
Oh booby booby
Oh booby booby
Oh booby booby
My chest was supposed to grow
My cleavage wasn't right yeah
Oh boobies boobies
My breasts are completely full
And now my sweater's tight yeah
Surgery
I wanna be a size "d"
Bigger memories
I want them to show
Now oh because
Chorus:
My chest flatness was killing me
And i
I must confess
I paid for these
(paid for these)
I look 32
I'm just a child
I am a crime
Make my boobies one more size
Oh baby baby
I got double D's it's true
Now you've all been blinded
Oh pretty boobies
Your so big and oh so new
That's just the way I planned it
Golly
Rolling Stone was naughty
See me baby
Barely wearing clothes
Now oh because
Chorus:
My chest flatness was killing me
And i
I must confess
I paid for these
(paid for these)
I look 32
I'm just a child
I am a crime
Make my boobies one more size
Send this poem to a friend 2 There once was a fiesty young terrier
Who liked to bite girls on the derriere.
He'd yip and he'd yap,
Then leap up and snap;
And the fairer the derriere the merrier.
Send this poem to a friend 3 There once was a queen of Bulgaria
Whose bush had grown hairier and hairier,
Till a prince from Peru
Who came up for a screw
Had to hunt for her cunt with a terrier.
Send this poem to a friend 4 The youth who frequent picture palaces
Have no use for psychoanalysis,
And although Dr Freud
Is distinctly annoyed,
They cling to their long-standing fallacies.
Send this poem to a friend 5