There was a fella called Skinner
who took a young lady to dinner.
At half past nine
they sat down to dine.
And by quarter to ten it was in her
(the dinner, not Skinner) .
Another fella called Tupper
took the same young lady to supper.
At half past nine
they sat down to dine.
And by quarter to ten it was up her
(Not tupper, some loser called Skinner) .
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