Quite long ago, there lived a prince Whose sense of fun would make you wince. Instead of polo, he would rather Have a spot of How’s Your Father. Prince Oedipus, his friends all said, Had quite the appetite in bed – He’d had a Session of the Flesh With girls from Rome to Bangladesh. […]
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