There was a pretty young girl called Denise
who would often take a stroll through the trees,
when there was no-one around
she would dance and spin gaily around
till her knickers fell down to her knees.
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When the pen takes control. 
Nice one. Makes me think of Lucy Lastic 🙂
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That’s cracking, has to come up in some future frivolity
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We used to make up book titles and their authors when I was at school. I remember only a few of them. *Dirty Stream by I P Brown*, *Hungry Baby by Norah Titzoff*, and I don’t remember the title of Lucy’s book.
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Perhaps it was, “Why I choose to go commando.” by Lucy Lastic
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I don’t think that phrase had yet been coined. Though it does fit. 🙂
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lol, this was good!
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Nice to be appreciated.
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Fun one, Bobby!
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Nice to see you have an ear for the poet’s art
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I absolutely do!
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First laugh of the day!! Thank you Bobby!!
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