The Cheese Whisperer
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They tell of this fellow named Dave
Has a stink like he's fresh from the grave
And like Ambrose Bierce
His is just as fierce
Uses dung as an aftershave
Did you know there's a guy Undefeated?
His poems read like they were excreted
So please hold your nose
If your reading his prose
Cause the atmosphere's certainly fetid
There once was a fellow named Happy
His poems were decidedly crappy
His dung overflowed
To the neighbors commode
Now he’s cleaning latrines, like his pappy
And then there’s the girl we call Doe
It’s not her real name, you know
She changed it one day
‘Cause of what someone say
To something much more apropos
I've heard of this lady called BG
She once spent a fortnight in Fiji
She’d lay on the beach
Turning bright as a peach
Her lotion applied with a squeegee
And I know of this fellow named Peter
Had a gal in his fancy two-seater
She ripped off her shirt
And hiked up her skirt
His response was to turn up the heater
There once was a lady named Sue
With an avatar slightly askew
You think it looks sad?
Hey, it’s not that bad
You should see her enormous tattoo
There once was a lady called Liz
I bought her a sloe-gin fizz
And in between kisses
I asked, “Miss, or Mrs?”
She replied with a wink, “It’s Ms.”
There was a young lady named Lisa
You can bet she’s no Mother Teresa
Runs bare through the streets
Kissing all whom she meets
The charge: Disturbing The Peace-a
Has a stink like he's fresh from the grave
And like Ambrose Bierce
His is just as fierce
Uses dung as an aftershave
Did you know there's a guy Undefeated?
His poems read like they were excreted
So please hold your nose
If your reading his prose
Cause the atmosphere's certainly fetid
There once was a fellow named Happy
His poems were decidedly crappy
His dung overflowed
To the neighbors commode
Now he’s cleaning latrines, like his pappy
And then there’s the girl we call Doe
It’s not her real name, you know
She changed it one day
‘Cause of what someone say
To something much more apropos
I've heard of this lady called BG
She once spent a fortnight in Fiji
She’d lay on the beach
Turning bright as a peach
Her lotion applied with a squeegee
And I know of this fellow named Peter
Had a gal in his fancy two-seater
She ripped off her shirt
And hiked up her skirt
His response was to turn up the heater
There once was a lady named Sue
With an avatar slightly askew
You think it looks sad?
Hey, it’s not that bad
You should see her enormous tattoo
There once was a lady called Liz
I bought her a sloe-gin fizz
And in between kisses
I asked, “Miss, or Mrs?”
She replied with a wink, “It’s Ms.”
There was a young lady named Lisa
You can bet she’s no Mother Teresa
Runs bare through the streets
Kissing all whom she meets
The charge: Disturbing The Peace-a