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There once was a fellow named Pap,
he was Greek but alazy old chap.
While his hand was inside
of his Inuit bride
he said, something in here is on tap.
And he took out a sample of cells
while ignoring the whistles and bells.
He said, please dear, compliance
is the essence of science
so hold still please, Mademoiselle.
And he filled up a small amber glass
with some drops from her underpass.
When he finished she said
let us stay in this bed
he said yes when she wiggled her ass.
Thus the PAP Test was born in a fever
it was named (all in Greek) Test Of Beaver,
and the man became rich
from a down under itch
Every Greek tends to be an achiever.
Herbert Nehrlich
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