Three limericks
Stinky pits to the shower must go
Before filth and fungus do grow
Stomach is churning
Eyes have been burning
When the wind by this way does blow
I never have time to go pee
Now don't you feel sorry for me?
I often get stuck
without any luck
The toilet paper's no place I can see.
Why do dogs hump your leg with joy
Like you are some kinky sex toy
A boot to the butt
Will shape up the mutt
Unless thats the kind of thing you enjoy.
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