hirs

Их, оказывается, много. Они играют на скрипке, складывают кубик рубика, ездят на велосипеде и еще делают бог знает что...

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There was a young lady from Spot
Whose belly was big as a pot.
But it couldn’t digest
And she told “I suggest
It perhaps is Judaical plot!”

A poor uzbek from Tashkent
Intended to live like a gent,
He had sold all his dress
And acquired an ass
And regarded its dung as the rent.

There was an old man from Bangkok
Who had lost in the plain his cock.
And he asked from the stew “Tell me, miss,
Do you think I’ll be able to piss?”
But the girl had refused to talk.

There was an old lady from X.
Who didn’t acknowledge her sex,
Tried to guess from the cradle
Must she stand or must straddle,
But achieved very little success.

An arrogant man from Stambul
Was stubborn and strong like a bull,
But his lady had torn
Off his only horn
And this made him as soft as the wool.