She Hemmed and She Hawed
Jack's wife went and burnt his favorite stew
He came home, kissed her, said: "Honey, what's new?"
Poor Jane hemmed and she hawed
Then husband Jack guffawed
Asked: "So what is it that smells like a shoe?"
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