Tobor took his victims aside
And anal distension applied
But abandoned his goal
As he probed Gabe's asshole
"Someone's beaten me to it", he cried

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"You'll burn for this. Burn in jail!"

A man from a Scottish news service
hid decadent lusts 'neath his surface.
His ardor for fowl
and for sheep, pigs, and cows
made the livestock of Glasgow quite nervous.

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

Wirthling's dirty old dad was a fountain
Of advice on which Wirthling kept countin'
He said, "There's no greater gas,
Than to tap firm pink ass"
The confused lad was soon donkey-mountin'

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"You'll burn for this. Burn in jail!"

Said wirthling "I think you all ought
To know what Andy does with animals he's caught.
To their rears he's invasive."
But I think this is a case of
A kettle being called black by a pot.