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Muff (Free verse) by Stephen Robins
My eyes start to water,
And soon they begin to smart,
You've entered the room,
To the roar of a fanny fart.
Like a couple of clapping seals,
In taste, composition and aroma,
Your worst case of front bum wind,
Puts me in a coma.
Your flaps have the suction,
Of a welly full of tripe,
Squelching like a gay man,
Sucking off Michael Stipe.
I swear I saw an ewok,
Grinning between your legs,
Belching loudly with a smell
Like he'd been eating eggs.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.5384617
Weighted score: 6.855764
Overall Rank: 302
Posted: March 20, 2006 8:00 AM PST; Last modified: March 20, 2006 8:00 AM PST
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