The Little Girl

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There was a boy, and a mean little girl

She'd laugh and yell names, oh the things she'd hurl

 So the boy out of curiosity, one day he asked, why she was so mean

What on earth was stuck up her ass

The little girl just stood there with a big open jaw,

Then she bunched up her fists, and her face turned red

And she smacked him clean in the balls

He yelped and wheezed and fell to his knees

And she cackled like a witch

Like an evil, menacing bitch

The boy rolled around on the grass,

And yelled out, "You're crass!"

She just rolled her eyes, walked off.

"Whatever, Eugiene." 

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