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Corky has a brand new wife
Her name is unprouncible
She likes to play a golden fife
Her skills are not announceable
Corky felt that it was time
To put an end to all this shame
And so he sucked a rotten lime
It did not grant him fame
Corky had to line a drawer
With velvet, silk and satin
Within he kept his little whore
To whom he taught both Greek and Latin
Corky had a standard rule
Never listen to the weather!
And when he sat upon his stool
He chewed upon his feather
| Contributors: | Francine, Nym, Nym who can't spell, F. |
| Poem finished: | 19th July 2003. |