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We Aim To Please

If you aim to please a woman:

If you aim to please a woman

In the daytime or the night

You must have the understanding

That you will do nothing right.

Women come in all varieties,

Not unlike an apple.

They’re made of the best stuff on Earth

Just like a can of Snapple.

But like a can of Snapple

With the label torn away,

You don’t know what you’ll be getting.

Don’t worry, that’s okay.

If you aim to please a man:

Take off your clothes.

Get out of those

Garments that were “Get in its.”

Then lay on back,

Hope that it’s black,

And enjoy the next three minutes.

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Childish Dreams

As a child I planted bacon

To grow a bacon tree.

The others said it wouldn’t work,

But I said “wait and see.”
Summers passed and kids gree up.

The soil, it stayed flat.

My friends got educations,

But I’d no time for that.
Some guys got jobs and girlfriends.

I stuck with my feat though,

‘Cause one of these days my dreams will come true

And I will see my meat grow.

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Nice Guys

When I step on a rug, I always say “I’m sorry.”

I try to good, to warm instead of frost.

Because the world is a jungle, a wild safari,

And sometimes the nice guys get lost.

 

But the one thing we navigate in this wide, scary world

Is the bedroom, where seldom nice guys are outclassed,

For to the women who look past our impishness is unfurled

The fact that nice guys always finish last.

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My (Almost) Big News!

Yesterday, an amazing thing

Almost happened to moi!

As the French would say, I almost was part

Of a menage-a-troi.

 

I was missing only one small thing

When all was said and done.

But I didn’t mind.  I found it fine,

My little menage-a-one.

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Dirty Humor

I’m sick of dirty humor!

It spreads like a disease.

It’s gritty and bad, like a tumor,

And I think it should have fleas.

 

Instead I propose, to rise anew,

The shining era of clean jokes,

That bring people up, show skies are blue,

And charm both chums and blokes.

 

On second thought, F*** that.

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