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[ 16 June 1904 ] It happened on a day in June So wits and wags their songs attune To celebrate the worthy feast And drunken mirth is then unleashed. The whole thing started in a tower A few young lads at early hour Considered there high art and life And ended up with certain strife. Away the son, away to teach Then strolling goes he on the beach Among the books he takes his time Expounding on some works sublime. The father on the other side Will have his dear wife mollified As always now begins his day And brings her breakfast on a tray. And off he goes, away from home Into a church he then does roam And after this his wayward path Takes him to a Turkish bath. He joins anon a group in mourning Their sombre setting then adorning. And thinking on the works of God Concludes right then there’re just a cod. Meanwhile to a hospital ward Respectful made he tracks toward A lady there she pushed and pressed To add another to her nest. He leaves the place they make the papers Then meets up with some silly gapers Against the mix of art and nation He speaks and risks decapitation. And after lunch with glass of wine He thinks how nice it is to dine And later on he simply gazes Then sees that man, what the blazes! Now our fine gents, neat and swanky, Visit the ladies for hanky panky And outside then the son is knocked The father checks a fight is blocked. This story sure it plods along One gigantic, massive song Of unlike men, two in number, And cuteish lady prone to slumber. She in the end sinks in the sheets Her heart is pumping throbbing beats And when she soft flesh does caress Who wouldn’t then say ‘yes’, ‘yes’, ‘yes’?
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