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Romance in the Anti-SLAM |
| Come hear a tale of young love and romance The Scottish lad and the Russian Poet Due to ignorance, their love had no chance They were in love but he did not know it They met in the Anti-Slam of Oh-Three His off-track poetry won her heart He fled before the start of finale round three It seemed it was over e're it could start The ardor was strong in the flatulent lass Despite his abhorrance for things mucous To woo him she would have let sweeter things pass But her admiration was anonymous At long last it seems the cats out of the bag Now let's leave them alone for a good cyber-shag |