There once was a man from Madrass
Whose balls were made out of brass
When he'd bang 'em together
They'd play stormy weather
And lightning would shoot out of his ass
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Poetry
PoetryHere's a collection of all of the poems I've written!!! If a poem is not mine, I will say so. So don't worry, everything is mine unless said otherwise. I'm not a thief. There may also be some short stories here and there if I write a story and it is...
Man from Madrass
There once was a man from Madrass
Whose balls were made out of brass
When he'd bang 'em together
They'd play stormy weather
And lightning would shoot out of his ass
