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So there's a limmerick in The Shepherd's Crown along the lines of "A young lady from Quirm." Gave me the idea to drabble this up.
There Once Was a Lady from Quirm
There was a young lady from Quirm.
Whose thighs were exceedingly firm.
Met man un-devout,
He went in and out,
She giggled and laughed as she squirmed.
...
The lady from Quirm was most fair.
But life, as she learnt was unfair.
Because nine months late,
Birthed nine ungulates,
The lady, she fell to despair.
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The man un-devout, had cock plucked it.
The lady from Quirm she said fuck it.
She quickly meant Death,
Said "I'm leaving my mess,"
"I've decided to go kick the bucket."
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Her children, in time they left Quirm.
Their home city, they decided to spurn.
Some off cliffs they walked,
Some went to Morpork,
So dear maidens, what have we learned?
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Dear ladies, must keep their thighs closed.
Their flower must smell of a rose.
So ends this ditty,
And all more's the pity,
Such filth we'll remove with a hose.