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A couple dear ladies and cheap champagne,    

celebrate old puns,- ''and to wonder how                

the kittens are, now that they're out in bars?''       

I too, wonder how deliciously vain                              

it is to impress these sweet prudes,- The pair          

now in my imperial court as bards,                      

alone, or massed accord, revel, I'm bound                   

to repeat and descend in lip's veneer                

By virtue of true generosity,                                     

clipping your fingertips, ripping the end                 

off this rhyme's charity,- ''Bastards and tarts                           

are swindling the years of profanity!''                        

So, follow our fools' timing with dials bent               

Rehash last year's mistakes breaking hearts