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Or Nick Nolte
There once was a woman named Lucy
The gossip ’bout her was quite juicy
Said Ethel, her foe
“Her hair down below
Was shaved to look like Gary Busey”
Month: November 2018
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181126
Disorder at the border
Once more Jizztrumpet is an ass
He authorized the use of gas
Good people shout and scream and cuss
That gas brings tears to all of us
Like Hitler this will not end well
Jizztrumpet you can go to hell!
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181123
She liked to get women to plow her
There was a lass named for a flower
Who was full of sexual power
She conquered her men
Again and again
Wherever she went boys would cower
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181121
Shiver me nimbus!
The yellow dwarf star
Was obscured by Odin’s beard
Chilling the mortals
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181119
A rake of shit
The Jizztrumpet rakes up the leaves
His fucking face gives me dry heaves
With Putin, Foster, Pence and May
I wish they all would blow away
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181116
#BeatSc
There once was a killer named OJ
Who had a slow chase on the freeway
He drove by $c
And got his degree
‘Cause murder is fine if you can play
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181114
Excuse me, do I have something in my teeth?
So many sounds had come before
But my heart has been silent after
I’d give my ear to hear once more
The jubilation of Jean’s laughter
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181112
HB Mr. B
Today could be chucked in a bin
A grounded plane with damaged skin
Another plane but had to wait
I missed the bus ’cause we were late
Then had to stand out in the cold
All the delays had gotten old
And traffic as we got to Naas
We crawled along at a snail’s pace
Then at long last, I made it home
And quickly bought Glory to Rome
‘Cause Tony said to this weekend
And I obey my foul-mouthed friend
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181109
He then ate a bowl of shrimp curry
There was a young fella named Murray
Who always had sex in a hurry
Each shag was a race
A furious pace
His sister was starting to worry
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181107
More like a blue ripple
Here is my note to voting Yanks
You passed the test, so here’s my thanks
The Senate makes me want to cuss
So all you get is a C+
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181105
Autumn got him!
While walking through the town
The beauty’s all around
The leaves are falling down
And scattered on the ground
The orange and the brown
Mere mortals are spellbound
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181102
Lend me your ear
There once was a painter named Vinny
Who liked models both fat and skinny
He frequented bars
And liked painting stars
Then shot himself just like a ninny