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Carpathian Boogie Fart jokes are funny from Pole to Pole; and Slovaks snicker and Rooskies roar when arse breezes waft onto candlesticks aflame, a barking favourite of hearty Americans; and even the most prim of philharmonic audiences giggle (edgily) at fluttery gastations of the tuba, and tangle in tinkles of chuckling balalaika riffs; wherever is the sacred, there, too, is the propane! |
Additional Notes:
This is brand-new. I did it just last evening as an entry into a poetry war.
But mostly, I did it to have a bit of sport between more omminous work.
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