Boneheads
There once was a gal who loved Irish green,
from her hair to her toenails it was seen,
but some guys wanted a peek
underneath all that green chic...
so the dummies bought an X-ray machine!
They tried and tried to get the Irish gal
to do what they asked and become their pal,
but she had another way
to keep the X-ray at bay...
she turned red and screamed in their ear canal.
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