In a restroom I thought me alone
As I saddled my ass to the throne
Yet the next stall hid
The man I assaulted
With blasts from my backside trombone

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As Dawkins took in the new dawn,
Decisions, Decisions
I know a young blonde lass called Flossy
I have a strange story to tell
“How could you”, said Joe to his mother