I’ve dined in Anaheinie, Callipygia.
Dog days I've pass'd in Arsealona, Spain.
In Bunnsylfannya’s Bethleham I’ve
visited my people
(although Nana lives in Kinnebuttport,
Maine).
Buttocksi, Mississippi? Just last month
I paid a call.
In Dallass, Texass frequently I’ve tour'd.
Through Prairie Tushien, Wisconsin once I took a stroll.
I'm in asstonishing spots ever found immur'd.
Some day I'll view Buttswana in South Africa.
In Crackow, Poland long I've long'd to dwell.
A trip to Keister Island? The vacation of a lifetime.
Trear, Germany I sigh to see as well.
Queback and Oniontario in Canada: I hope
some summer days there -- someday -- come to pass.
The Bottoman Rumpire I miss'd.
The Hamstead Heath as well. (I'm piss'd.)
But(t)...that's what comes from sittin' on my ass.
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