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Why must you tinkle in your pants?
When will you teach me how to dance?
When will you show me how to kiss?
Why, your moistened lips I truly miss.
Your pimpled face, your purple chin
Well what a pickle we are in
You must apply yourself to me
Hip to hip and knee to knee
Toe to toe and rump to rump
All night long we'll grind and bump
| Contributors: | Francine, Karin, Someone, Nym. |
| Poem finished: | 18th July 2003. |