there once was a wench
who was wild and wooly
and wivved in a twench
with a twoll and a buwwy
and i asked her why so?
why wiv in such filth
with feces and floaties
and woaches and silt?
she wooked at me hard
and spat on my shoes
and wailed like a banshee
what words she did loose!
she swore wike a sailor
who'd just wost his boat
and scwatched at the earth
as she cwapped on my toe.
unhappy was i
and you would be too
if a wild wooly wench
just cwapped on your shoe.
Author notes
if this bothers you, you need to find something more important to be bothered about.
be vewy, vewy quiet when weading this... i'm hunting bunny wabbits.
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Is that a mwattoni lwurking awond? hey that's hard.
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Heehee. Cwazzy mudderfucker.
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be vewy vewy curful outta thur... bunny boilers seem to be on the loose
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