Splenda Poem by Robert Sheridan

There was an Old Man from Ghana
Who liked to sit on his veranda
But his derriere got sore, was quite mythed
So his wife said, “Go see a proctologist! ”
“Will have to first freshen-up, you know – the...”

He went into the kitchen for some Splenda
To which he stuck-up his rear-enda
His wife asked, “Why’d you do that for? ”
“Have to smell good for what’s in store! ”
“You know what I mean? ” “Uh-huh! ”


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