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Land Of The Pheromones
Planes flying till dawn’s early light
Spraying pheromones all through the night
Instead of a mister
She’s choosing a sister
Lil’ brown moth just can’t get it right!
—Raj

Call The Ex-terminator!
I thought I’d give Arnold a call
Though they tell us it won’t hurt at all
We’ll see the mutation
In the next generation
Sprouting wings way before we can crawl!
—Arje

Moth spraying this month without malice
Had a profound effect on my phallus
Which once worked quite well
Has shut down for a spell
It’s a problem in need of Cialis.
—The Inconstant Mr. Limpet

Get off your butts
and send in your limericks!