Modern Mony
Alimony,
Palimony,
Dogimony too
Not macaroni,
With acrimony,
Pay me or I'll sue
Send a money heap
So I will keep
The dog that leaped
Before the heat
Of who did cheat
Brought us defeat.
I'll sit around
In my dressing gown
His soft fur brown
When I feel down
He’ll lick to drown
My face's frown
To you who’s horny
This may seem corny
If you’re feeling thorny,
From a sexual tourney
End your scorny
You’re not so brawny!
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