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King Arthur arrived with his Queen; He smelled a foul smell - most unclean! Ten ladies in waiting Stood by - all debating Whose stench was so very obscene. Sir Lancelot, too, smelled that smell; So Merlin - he conjured a spell. Each time odors lingered The culprit was fingered Then p o o f - she was gone – fare thee well!
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