I once owned a dog called Kazoo
Who was famous for air that he blew;
He fogged up the house
and his stink killed my louse
of a boyfriend from Kalamazoo.
Kazoo had a friend named Trombone
Who had certain parfums of her own.
Trombone came to play
In our backyard one day;
The whole place was a hazardous zone!
Trombone and Kazoo grew apart
Sniffing newer affairs of the heart;
Trombone moved to France
Kazoo - Sweden, by chance…
Europe doomed to smell faintly of fart.
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