The Date
She was quite beautiful but she had an itch
For the lifestyle of the famous and rich
She would peruse magazines with such things
As mansions with bathrooms of Gold fit for kings
When she said she'd just love a golden shower
I said, "You better Google that within the hour"
I searched my pocket for some gum and succeeded
When she said something in her mouth was needed
She said, when I asked her if she lived alone,
Come over to my place there's nobody home
I got to her place, going slow to be fair
I knocked on the door, there was nobody there!
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