Queuing For His Cucumbers - Bawdy
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Bill’s cucumbers grew long and hard
Nuns queued up for them in his yard
‘Twas their weekly treat…
They were not to eat
I’ll finish here… or I’ll get barred!
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2020
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