Little Joe
Dated a hoe
And now he has STDs
He went to the doctor
And said,
"Will you take care of these warts please?"
The Dr. said, "No, there is no cure!
Get out of my office now."
"I thought for sure,
There was a cure."
Joe thought somewhere,
Somehow.
So one day he went to the pound
The place where the homeless pets play around
And stuck his weiner in the cage
And an angry dog so filled with rage
Bit his wiener right off his hips
And the dog munched the weiner
In between his lips
Now little Joe was cured of his STDS!
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