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1. about 2 hours ago on That is Priceless

   What do you expect? He has thirteen siblings.

2. about 5 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// After much too long, Danton got wet,

   though he wasn’t quite ready just yet.

   Babette gave him a push

   on his (not that fat) tush,

   and the splash hit her face like a jet.

3. about 5 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// Peering down at his face’s reflection,

   Dan was lost in a deep introspection.

   “If I don’t dive in soon,

   I’ll appear a buffoon.”

   Either way he feared Babette’s rejection.

4. about 5 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// To look good for the lady he’d tried;

   he maintained his slim limbs with some pride.

   Thinks his hips are too wide,

   (all his meals are deep-fried),

   and his butt bulges out side-to-side.

5. about 6 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// He had planned for some leisurely swimming,

   but he froze. With fear Danton is brimming.

   Will Babette be unkind,

   gazing at his behind?

   Horizontal stripes never look slimming.

6. about 6 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// Danton’s out for some fresh air and sun,

   and he hopes with Babette to have fun.

   Stood there bent— hadn’t jumped,

   while his heart wildly thumped.

   Just a Bather, or Diver, which one?

7. about 12 hours ago on That is Priceless

   Too late.

8. about 12 hours ago on That is Priceless

   A Few ”Tree” Showtunes:

   “I Talk to the Trees,” Paint Your Wagon

   “Someone in a Tree,” Pacific Overtures

   “Forbidden Fruit,” The Apple Tree

   “Come Down From the Tree,” Once On This Island

9. about 18 hours ago on That is Priceless

   /// Any woman who makes love to trees

   must contend with rain blown on the breeze.

   In the winter she freezes;

   spring brings pollen and sneezes;

   and in summer she fights swarms of bees.

10. about 18 hours ago on That is Priceless

    /// All her lovers were hard, rough, and tall,

    and his wood was the hardest of all.

    Getting cut to the quick

    by a splintery stick

    didn’t faze her. The woman’s in thrall.

    /// When she fondles his acorns each nut

    gives her pleasures she feels in her gut.

    If she could, she would strut,

    but her limbs have been cut

    and she’s got a long stick up her butt.