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! ”
'2008'
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