They honestly bring me no joy-
Bend over, and spread your cheeks, boi-
Your anus expand
It's what I demand
I'll buck-break you good, my sweet goy
A poem from the expander Now, that is worth a gander You stayed in the lines Matched up the rhymes And managed to throw in some slander
Slander's the least of your worries-
Your only frens are obese furries!
(Still better than me-
I have only three:)
A nigger, and two homo curries.
I can sympathies with your woes As both our flaws are exposed I like 'em fat While you like 'em in back So this round has come to a close
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