When e'er Lady Lowbodice swoons Her boobies pop out like balloons. But the butler stands by with hauteur in his eye And lifts them back in with warm spoons. The lecherous old bey of Algiers Once said to his harem, my dears, Though you may think it odd o' me, I'm tired of sodomy. Tonight there'll be f__cking. Loud cheers.
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