There once was a man named Cornwall Peppermaker;
He was ugly if truth be told; for love he had no taker.
Tall he was,at six feet; thick hair of red upon his head.
Bulbous nose and squinty eyes; clothed in stylish thread;
A hairy mole upon Cornwall's chin was prominently posed.
If that wasn't bad enough;his ears were large and exposed.
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Crooked teeth had he and when smiling was quite the sight.
He was easier on the eyes of those who saw him out at night.
A man of means, he was quite rich; but no wife had he to care;
He courted many ladies; having no luck in finding one to snare.
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They found him homely and hard to view; so they all declined;
his proposals of matrimony, they were just not to him inclined.
Finally he ordered one from catalog; a mail order bride to be;
Arriving by train one day,she was be speckled; could hardly see.
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Looking at Cornwall; through her eyes, he was quite the catch;
She was short, with bucked teeth; they were a gruesome match.
Her hair was thin, dirty blond; there sat large hump on her nose.
She had six fingers on each hand; Lord knows how many toes!
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Though disappointed; she was no beauty; he wed her straight away;
the children born from this union were to be even uglier than they.
Orange hair; humped noses, half blind; bucked teeth were they all.
Some even had hairy moles; some were short while others tall.
Poor children; was not their fault; but they were loved just the same;
the thing the kids hated most of all was their ridiculous last name!
The moral to this story is:
If your last name is Peppermaker, change it before having children!
What? You thought I was going to say something about ugly people marrying each other?
Heck no, they got a right to do whatever they want!
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