A good tale depends
On a happy end
And a moral would bore us
So lets have a chorus
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ODE TO MALE CIRCUMCISION
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In the beginning its said, the Chinese
In order to ease the digestion,
Would ask themselves "Why am I not?"
And other impossible questions
By nature, the questions they chewed
Were never quite like this taboo |
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Many primitive tribes weren't so blessed
They were prone to the primal delusion
Of the local Medicine Man
Adopting a routine solution
If asked why, he would always complain
So, such matters were left unexplained |
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Then we Europeans set sail
Colonising the poles to the tropics
And when uncorrectable, with science and spectacles
We studied the native habits
We'd put in our thumb and humm
But never quite expose our plum |
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These days men are still having delusions
But psychologists have recorded
That as genital pain, is all in the brain
There are hundreds of ways to ignore it
Once manhood caused much celebration
Now we use our imagination |
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Soon, we'll be routinely checking
And UFOs will marvel our methods
No one will find in us, phimotic mindedness
Over pubescent deterrents
And, In future no doc will just chop
it
There'll be brochures of cuts quite exotic |
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