A Limerick for a Friend II

There once was a man in Wyoming.
(Oh, fuck, what rhymes with Wyoming?)
who’s dirty mouth was a foaming.

His body did smell, but he cared for it well,
though the hair on his back could use combing.

He-he. I crack myself up.

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