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Now her stomach's really slowing,
Sounds like a herd of cattle lowing, Now she bends to pick-up keys, A tiny fart she thinks she'll squeeze, But what in heaven's name was that? It sounded like a dying cat! It's ripped right through her Calvin Kleins, Someone dial 999! The ambulance arrived too late, To see her stomach detonate But found a stinking pile of offal, Enough to put you off your waffle! Some yards away upon the ground, Her gluteus are later found; Alas, Alack Poor Lizzie, Why? What a senseless way to die! No more will you ever say, 'I only want a scrumptious bowl of low-calorie, 100% organic, fat-reducing bean, cabbage and lentil soup today!' |
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