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Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.
Ode To a Ghastly Funk
by Shamus O'Cahill
Sweet cream curdles without warning
take care that it is fresh when drunk
what tickled taste buds this morning
by night has turned a ghastly funk
Her frock is billowed in breezes
but downwind tells a tale of skunk
all day long, you dreamed this pleases
by night has turned a ghastly funk
slowly booze wears off revealing
a snorting nose like el'phant's trunk
juices all day long congealing
by night have turned a ghastly funk
sweet cream curdles without warning
by night, has turned a ghastly funk
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Author Notes
Well, it looks like that weepy little nephew of mine is off doin' some goody two shoes somethin' or other.
I thought I'd treat ya to a real Irish ode by a real Irishman. Little Mikey's been in America too long and gone soft mixin' fruit juice with his whiskey!
Meter? I didn't ask ya ta dance did I?
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