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The Prude

Someone tried to step into Rico's shoes
But came unstuck because he is a prude
He couldn't raise a titter
On Facebook or Twitter
So now the prude’s gone and taken to booze.

The Prude got tipsy the night that he wed
His bride wouldn't let him get into the bed
She said no way mister
For you and my sister
Were seen by a guest in state of undress.
 
29th April 2021
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If I was the drunk prude I would say:

It wasn't me but my brother
Who cheats on his wife like no other
Someone told you a lie
It was surely not I
Because I was upstairs with your mother.

Written by: Daniel Turner
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You were upstairs with my mum, that's worst
I'm so mad that I'm about to burst
Get out of my face
Go to outer space
Or jump in the ocean; get submersed.

Written by: Alexis y.
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Says Rico to his bride - yes, it gets worse,
“I've ridden your dad all the more.” His nurse,
in shock at reveal,
a look they'd both steal,
and give her new spouse his last bump in a hearse.

Written by: Kim Rodrigues 
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