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Ode to a young wobbartmould
Slinkmuck mine, Oh how I bestraddle thy gurglings!
On fettid slobbernuts I craw and splain
'Nixt ever mutid mangle-knobs.
Yea, forever splooned is my gutted wivverlock
Since first I crulpt o'er mire and mean
I mean to say, why are you so grottid?
It festles my grotch e'er more, you see.
Yet grot if ye must, and burble my bladderskot
My bladderskot burst afore I met thee
Go fiddlecoop, young wobbartmould, this greenfeckled morning
And I'll mould thy wobbart to the slinkmuck of me.
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