The phrase “I want your baby”
Is sometimes super hot.
Mostly it depends if she’s
A cannibal or not.
The phrase “I want your baby”
Is sometimes super hot.
Mostly it depends if she’s
A cannibal or not.
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If you’re opposed to kinky sex
Then you are very rude
Because you want everybody else
To get regularly screwed.
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I said “Hi.”
She said “Hello.”
I said “Don’t use big words like that.”
Now I am her beau.
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If I were a slug
I would say a lot of stuff
And eventually
“A picture’s worth a thousand words”
Said Arthur Norman Kuntz.
“Thus, women speak in imagery
“And speak mostly grunts.”
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There once was a fellow from Prague
Who went for a leisurely jague.
He ran for a while
With a big happy smhile
But, alas, he fell into a bague.
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Roses are red.
The worst sport is soccer.
Biden’s the pres’
Just like Rey’s a Skywalker.
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Why are classic songs just like,
“Songs just like,
“Songs just like?”
Why are classic songs just like
Repetitive and s**t?
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He found the perfect woman
And he bought the perfect ring
And he planned a perfect marriage
For a perfect queen and king.
Together in the gardens
He knelt and asked, “Would you…?”
And she took a knee beside him
And they silently protested racial injustice in sports.
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H I J K
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