The atmosphere in the chemistry class of Miss Butts
She had the ass of the ages ~
two hemispheres where the thunder rages.
And as she lumbered up and down the aisles of our chemistry class,
she would emit traces of sulphuric gas,
the kind that the end of the world presages.
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