Flailing arms, claw-like hands
Spittle on his lips
In disbelief his head flew back
Fists upon his hips
By the time he’d bought the rug
There’d gathered quite a gaggle
To watch the master of his art
The heavyweight of haggle.
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On my shins and thighs, oh hair
There is a total lack
It migrated up to my ears
My nostrils and my back
Depending on the season
The geese go back and forth
But when it comes to manly hair
It only migrates north
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A German chap was quite distraught
When trampled by his wife
He couldn’t understand her mind
Or what had caused the strife
Then by chance he came across
Her typo’d fitness plan
Instructing her each and every day
To stand upon her hans
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