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Limericks and other funny tricks III

My wife's housekeeping skills are lackluster. For getting things done, I just can't trust her. And her oven runs way too hot, and the sole broomstick that she's got flies only from Salem to Custer.
I caught that crass old man on the moon sneak a peak at my naked wife, June. In anger, I discussed the matter with my good friend, the mad hatter, who said, "It's fine. He's just a buffoon."

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