Getting in was a bit of a squash,
But thereafter, delightful, splish-splosh!
That he’d lied through his teeth,
That she’d cried, there beneath,
Like the stains, would come out in the wash.
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Getting in was a bit of a squash,
But thereafter, delightful, splish-splosh!
That he’d lied through his teeth,
That she’d cried, there beneath,
Like the stains, would come out in the wash.