There was a young Lady called tart
Who felt she needed a fart
She stepped outside
And to her surprise
Blew over a horse and cart

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I suppose he is not a mad bomber,
Rhythm
Mr Peanut, a fancy legume,
There was a young fellow named Biddle
Here’s a tale that deserves condemnation
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