There was once a sailor named Larter,
Who was a very great, big farter,
When the winds all did fail to fill up the sails,
Larter, the farter, was a starter!!!
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Oh wind oh dirty wind, that blows the skirt so high, but God is just, he
sends the dust, to blind the boys' eye.
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There was a man from Madras
Whose balls were made of Brass
In stormy weather, they clashed together
And sparks came out of his Arse.
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There was a lady from Niger,
Who went for a ride on a tiger,
They ended the ride, with the lady inside,
And a smile on the face of the tiger.
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