There was an old whore who lived in a shoe
She had so many Johns she didn’t know what to do
Each day they came to fuck
She sent them home with a good suck
The Pimp came to chat
She informed him of that
He found her an apprentice
Who used to be a Dentist
Each day a lesson learned
Each week money earned
Time continued to fly
The old whore offered a buy
The Dentist bought in
And oh did she sin
They both lived happily ever maybe
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