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Henry's breeches (Free verse) by Stephen Robins
As old Henry tugs and reaches, For the buttons on his breeches, He grunts and moans and wails, But ultimately he fails, Now this sodden aged fool, Is coated in his stool. As old Henry tears and fumbles, He gripes and groans and grumbles, The whoare stares on aghast, His breeches welded fast, Now this flaccid ancient bum, Is coated in his cum. As old Henry pulls and rips, He disrobes, or if you like he strips, Coated in his sludge, His breeches refuse to budge, Now this soiled broken lewd, Is in his breeches stewed.

Up the ladder: Hi
Down the ladder: afraid

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.3333333
Weighted score: 4.8013287
Overall Rank: 11107
Posted: October 19, 2007 4:20 AM PDT; Last modified: October 19, 2007 4:20 AM PDT
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[1] pete @ 62.56.78.138 | 19-Oct-07/2:02 PM | Reply
poor love, give him a cosolation point
[9] Skamper @ 58.171.118.85 | 22-Oct-07/10:21 PM | Reply
It's horrible - the indignity of being an old man... hurts huh?
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