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Nose Job
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from the "Lock up your sons" collection


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It must seem rude,
 1
For me, a prude,
 2
To be sitting on your face;
 3
I must seem out of place.
 4
 
 
I’m a stick-em-up kinda gal,
 5
“Let’s skip the forey play.”
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Without the shtick I want the stick
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Without any delay.
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I oft take on the rocking dong,
 9
But your muffled voice now says,
 10
“So well she flows!  Her little rose
 11
Is polishing my nose."
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I don’t know what’s come over me
 13
I’m not the squatting kind.
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I shan’t complain, ‘cause when it rains,
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The sun will rise and shine.
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20 Mar 08

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This is a little sickening to me.  Maybe I'm more a prude than I thought.  Cheap, slick base humor, I guess, but a little too 'in your face' for me.
 — Isabelle5

Isabelle, I completely agree.  But your "in your face" comment sort of belies your sickening doesn't it?  Anyway, funny choice of words.  Cheap and base, and not even so slick I would call this little song.  I wrote this about 15 years ago; recently found it and had to fly it here.  Glutton for punishment.

Inspired by a true story.  ha ha.
 — unknown

very nice.
: )
 — fractalcore

hahaha
 — unknown

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