If men retired come from their holes, it is best if they come to give no usefull bearings. Thus I try my hand.
Nicholai Lobo lay in my bed,
His socks on his feet, pants on his head,
The man was witty,
He thought me pretty,
It was not 'ere long he was quite dead.
There once was a man from Nantucket
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Giacomo Giacomo of New York
Had a predireliction for pork
When to his great suprise
A pair of piggish eyes
Quickly saw that swine upon a fork
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Muwahahaha!!!!
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