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A British designer of clothing and such
Is showing an outfit a bit out of touch
It’s all made of leather but that’s not my beef
It’s straight from a cow but from far underneath
She wanted some leather but did not want to pay
She heard that the tanners threw nipples away
She gathered up nipples; 3000 in all
And stitched up a gown for the next Cow Town Ball
She fashioned the nipples into genteel rosettes
A floor-length leather gown for the disarming coquette
But the critics all panned it all over the joint
The designer just sighed; said they don’t get the point
The critics replied, that is all that we see
And a dress made of nipples is pointless to me
But the British designer said she’d try another
And this time use more than the tip of the udder

Mdailey	9/6/12

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