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The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated
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And so it begins....
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Up the tailpipe of old Russian MiGs
As the engine ignites
And the crackling's alight
You'll have roast pork that everyone digs
This morning I stood on the scales
They showed I'd drunk too many ales
It's time for abstention
AA intervention
Liposuction if all of that fails
Perhaps I could eat fewer pies
To lessen the girth of my thighs
They're tree-trunks of blubber
Feeling just like foam rubber
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