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The Green Grocer
He was the produce chap everyone loved
since he knew what the ladies enjoyed;
a robust cucumber, just gently shoved,
was the hardy plant they most employed.
Soon, they all learned to trust his selections
for the kind of plants that might well replace
their frustrating lack of decent erections...
or a disappointing turn on a face.
And he was once asked by an age old crone...
"Excuse me, young man, but where are your nuts?"
He replied..."Right here, attached to this bone,
which works best when wedged up in your guts."
And that's why the chicks loved to canoodle,
that master of love...Mister McDoodle!
since he knew what the ladies enjoyed;
a robust cucumber, just gently shoved,
was the hardy plant they most employed.
Soon, they all learned to trust his selections
for the kind of plants that might well replace
their frustrating lack of decent erections...
or a disappointing turn on a face.
And he was once asked by an age old crone...
"Excuse me, young man, but where are your nuts?"
He replied..."Right here, attached to this bone,
which works best when wedged up in your guts."
And that's why the chicks loved to canoodle,
that master of love...Mister McDoodle!
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