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Benjamin Franklin

 Franklin fathered bastards fourteen,
 (So I read in the New Yorker);
If it's true, in terms of courtin'
 Benny must have been a corker.
To be prudent I've aspired, And my passions I have mastered; So that I have never sired A single bastard.
One of course can never know; But I think that if I had It would give me quite a glow When a kiddie called me 'Dad.
' Watching toddlers at their play, Parentage I'd gladly claim, But their mothers smiling say: 'You're not to blame.
' Ben founded the Satevepost, And for that I much respect him; But fourteen is quite a host Paternally to elect him.
'Fatherhood is not a crime,' Deemed fat Ben, 'there could be others .
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Darlings, I had not the time To wed your mothers.
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