There once was a guy called Rolf
Who was terribly keen on golf
He was hit on the head
By a ball, now he’s dead
And was eaten up by a wolf
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There once was a guy called Rolf
Who was terribly keen on golf
He was hit on the head
By a ball, now he’s dead
And was eaten up by a wolf
There was a young man from Perth
More trouble than he was worth
He farted a lot
More often than not
And should have been strangled at birth
There was a young man from the Humber
The hue of his poo was burnt umber
But after a curry
He shot off in a hurry
And started to dance the rhumba
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I once knew a girl called Heather
And courting was heavy weather
Recite I had to do
Each night a poem to
See her in the altogether