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There was a young maid from Madras

Who had a magnificent ***;

Not rounded and pink,

As you probably think---

It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.



You poem reminds me of a girl I used to date. I always had a rough time remembering her name. To help me out, I remembered that her first name rhymed with a female body part. What was her name?....Oh, I remember. Deloris.


The culinary equivalent of a hail mary pass.

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