O dearest fair Kimmy,
when my eyes grow dimmy,
and I've lost my vigor and vimmy,
I'll want to dive into your quimmy.
Your butt doth shake and shimmy;
Lust you more than my didy or mimmy,
and anyway you can get thrown in jail
for that kinda stuff.
Thank goodness no one knows about my
perversion yet.
These folks my pockets want to trimmy,
to my money they say gimme gimme.
Want to give my bank account an enemimmy,
but my bloody hemorroid they can job rimmy.
Kimmy.
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