Letting Rip, Knock
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Sheena Blackhall
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In an Irish Charity shop I encountered
A third order lay Franciscan,
Who let one rip, and said with Falstaffian charm
‘Were you after hearing that now? '
Oh, he was as full of smiles and wiles
As a basketful of ferrets
He was Ireland wearing its Blarney mask
Hiding its bleeding heart
Calvin would never have let one go like that
Too mean to share the humanity of a fart.
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