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On the Discovery of Simple Sam and A Russian Catastrophe (Limerick) by MacFrantic

There once was a boy from New York Who made friends with a barrel of pork But he stayed in his chair Wearing stained underwear While his dad ate his friends with a fork Hey now have each one of you heard What I heard from a little red bird That the Russians have made A new-fangled grenade That scores of dead soldiers preferred

Shuushin 21-Jun-04/6:19 PM
Quite nice, both.




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