Myrtles Turtle
Myrtle had a pet turtle
She was fair looking and fertile
Tried to get into a girdle
Squeezing so hard
she turned purple
Her cows mike curdled
Drank it and hurled
Then Myrtle lost her pearls
As the story goes Myrtles turtle
Ate her pearls and walk in cycles
The funny thing was
Myrtle was married to
A vet who doctored squirrels
To go on would spin your head
Turing it around in cycles
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