Bushman
Social climber
Elk Grove, California
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'The Clamoring Throng'
The Lumbering Clutch did bivy the hutch,
'Til the Clamoring Throng did climb along,
They passed the Freeble of Farts as such,
And commenced to pound a boinging bong,
They ate some haggis for their lunch,
And pounded whilst they sang this song,
"Old Hang Nail was the party butch,
She dragged along our mascot Frong,
Our ringer from the Mustang Ranch,
Our standard pin a foot long dong,
A hundred feet the average pitch,
Our leader's name was Belayzall Wong,
Who's rope gun Mabel was his wench,"
They schmeered their slab with axle grong,
Them downward blanging inch by inch,
The Strung out Feathered Fripple flung,
Their hapless victims off the bench,
And ass-ended passing Climbatown Tong,
No racist sexist puns meant hence,
First prize was stole by the Clamoring Throng,
Who curtsied as they did commence,
To summit first and play ping pong.
-bushman
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