There once was a man on hoilday
Who stuffed himself through the month of may
With buckets of chow
He ate like a cow
Now with his swollen belly he plays
Once was a college boy named Stu
During the weekends he had nothing to do
So with beer in hand
He'd developed a plan
That let him expand his roommate Drew.
A rookie cop sat in his crusier
He looked at exactly like a brusier
With a uniform so tight
It barely lasted the night
A box of donuts and he wished it was looser.
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