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Flippin' Freeda Funtune
Ladled on the perfume
Headed for the ladies' room
Grinnin' like a skull
Never cleared her panty hose
Pinched a loaf down to her toes
Lookin' for a fire hose
to power wash the stall
Her date was Marty Mackelroy
her floor mat and her boy toy
Freeda was his only joy
Except for all them others
Freda left for Marty's home
Her eyes were crossed and mouth afoam
and 'under the spreadin' chestnut...' poem
she 'knew' his seven brothers
Flippin' Freeda Mackelroy
Ladles rice with super soy
Rocks a little Mackelroy
who is some father's son
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