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Chance Encounters

Once upon a harvest moon,

a timid gnome encountered a boisterous baboon.

“Whacha up to tonight?!” the baboon slurred,

yelling loud enough that the whole town heard.

 

‘You got this man,’ the shy gnome thought,

because for a baboon, she was kind of hot.

“Not much, ya know,” stated the gnome,

“I’ve just been hanging out at home.”

 

“Well that ain’t fun!” the baboon cried,

“You’ve gotta have fun, life’s supposed to be a crazy ride!”

Embarrassed, the gnome replied with a fib,

“Tonight was a fluke! I got out, I’m no Squib!”

 

Laughing she stated, “I think you’re a liar.”

“Oh really?” He retorted, “My pants aren’t on fire.”

She laughed, “HA HA HA! Good one honey,”

the baboon didn’t realize his joke was not funny.

 

Drunk as a skunk, she had no clue,

the meadow she was in was not Club Blue.

The gnome, however, thought things were going well,

trapped in the clutches of her womanly spell.

 

Being a bit nerdy he didn’t get out much,

the poor gnome had never even felt a woman’s touch.

Feeling bolder he decided to take a chance,

until he realized that the baboon had peed her pants.

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