The Hog and the Log

    The Hog and the Log

    She's a beauty
    But her mind is fuity

    The maid drunk to much grog
    Put on her wooden togs
    And ran out into the fog
    Tripped on a moldy log
    Sprained her ankle
    And,
    Was raped by a horny hog.
    Ooops!
    Sank down onto the bog
    But was rescued by a rooting hog.

    Crazy Lady

    My loves a crazy lady
    Who deals a mite to shady
    Teases me and called me 'fraidy
    Cause I'l never call her Saidie.

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