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Breath mint?

Lying naked in the garden

His thing began to harden

It turned into oak

And he needed to poke

So he dry-humped the dirt he had started in.

There once was a boy from Tortuga

No, but have been close.

Have you ever seen a ghost?

Coffee

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Lying naked in the garden

I’m not sure that’s enough syllables

There was a young lady from Parma

Whose pussy got warma and warma

With each passing day

As the lads came to play,

And she pleasured each well-hung barnstormah.

There was a young fella from Wooster

Who gave every woman a booster.

His long, sturdy dong

Sure helped things along!

He was more of a cock than a rooster.

Two rosy nipples

A blessedly cozy muff

The night is waiting

A soft boycott, yes.

Have you ever seen a sexual innuendo go completely ignored in conversation?

Macchu Picchu. Better food.

The Duomo or the Parthenon?

Right.

Apollonian or Dionysian?

But the candle-maker he got Cross

Do I need to remind you who's boss?

He got out his prick

And gave it a flick

And he came with a wiggle and toss.

There once was a girl from Firenze

Ruh roh.

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Tea

There once was a curious pair

Who liked nothing more than to share
With the butcher and baker

And the vibrator maker

Face down ass cleft up

Sliding forward sliding back

Thus the day begins

The former because there’s no such thing as the latter.

Cherries or lemons?

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There once was a man from Nice

Who said I'm looking for a piece.

So he traveled to Switzerland

Renamed it Titserland*

*sorry, it was a 2-part joke

OJ

A guy with an extra-large thing

Found that he needed a fling

So he found Max

Gave him some wax

And said, “Here, you play and I’ll sing.”

There once was a man from Nice

A guy with an extra-large thing

Found that he needed a fling

But her eyes grew wide

When she had him inside

Sunscreen is overrated.

Given that it’s a little hot here, and we may be here for the rest of our lives, could we dispense with the clothes?

The hills of her tanned buttocks rose into the fog of his lust.

Beer works

A finger runs down

One cool thigh then another

Afternoon of sighs

At a cafe in a sun-kissed capital