So when her pa proved “ a mere scum-pit 
Your cunt is, and as for your rump, it 
Is all out of tune ! ” 
She laughed “ yer baboon ! 
Yer don’t like it ?  All right !  yer can lump it ! ” 
 
 
V 
There was a young lady named Rose 
Who filled not one po, but twelve poes 
With piss, sweat, and come, 
Thick slime from her bum, 
And snot from her bloody old nose. 
 
 
VI 
There was an American whore 
Whose cunt was a festering sore. 
She caulked it with pitch 
Till the bloody old bitch 
Was A1 at Lloyds’ evermore. 
 
But with earthly success not content, 
She grew pious — to Heaven she went. 
Son, Father, and Ghost 
And the heavenly host 
Have all got the double event. 
 
 
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