Her brassiere was a wondrous contraption
With multiple hinges in action
It never came loose
When attacked by a moose
She used it when laid up in traction
I noticed that a key on my keyboard
Was sticking and making me awkward
it was eeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
I threw it in Baltic sea
After subtly distracting the lifeguard
It sank to the bottom and lay there
Which the people who pushed me thought fair
But I wished I'd never
Killed the dog named Trevor
For I've ended up covered with dog hair.
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