There was a young belle of old Natchez
Whose garments were always in patchez.
When comment arose
On the state of her clothes,
She replied, When Ah itchez, Ah scratchez.
Added: 29 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 22 Nov 2009 2:58 AM | Viewed: 5003 times
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