Here is a story of a Mary Lou
Who lives in a cottage in Kalamazoo
She has hippos’ for thighs, so big
That it’s a wonder how her toilet was rigged
She must have endurance, and great muscle power
Cause God only know how she gets in the shower
When she sits, the moose run for caves
To stand beside her is something very brave
Her breath is sewage, rotten to the core
The thought of the smell makes the mind sore
When she stands the sun is blocked away
And you seem to think that it’s cloudly today
I can explain the thing called “rain”
Mary Lou and “monthly pain”
The secret to the violent tornadoes
Is Mary Lou changing her clothes
Why must we have great earthquakes
Because Mary Lou likes “the shake”
Believe me, it surely would kill
If she was “stopped up” and took a pill
Each meal she eats comes in MAC trucks
All paid with our hard earned tax bucks
When I asked Mr. Clinton about this case
I got, “Would you want that buffalo in your face?
She says “…I’m sorry that I come on as a touch ‘smelly’…”
…I can’t control the brain of my belly
Thank God that she can’t be cloned
Because if so there would no o-zone.

 
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