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Well, someone's already had a limerick from me, but I guess another one wont hurt.
There was a young novice of Chichester,
Whose form made the saints in their niches stir.
One morning at matins,
Her bosom 'neath satins,
Made the bishop of Chichester's britches stir.
There once was a man from New York,
Whose penis was shaped like a fork.
While screwing his wife,
Who was shaped like a knife,
They could carve up a really nice pork!
Happy Birthdays!!
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