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Met a young lady from White Plains

Who God blessed with boobs instead of brains

Her name, it was Marge

Her boobs were so large

You could see them from aeroplanes

Marge got a job in Westchester

Worked as a mattress tester

All the men around knew

Would tell you it's true 

In Westchester, she had the best chest, er

Now Marge is a big fat slob

She likes to eat corn on the cob

Don't know why I threw that in

Oh, because she moved to Manhattan 

To look for a new job

Manhattan drove Marge bonkers

Too many cars, so many honkers!

She moved to Hershey Pennsylvania 

Where the people are less zanier 

Works in a chocolate factory..Willy Wonka's

Did you I disappoint?

Wish to put my nose out of joint?

Please remain calm

Don't get up in arms

Not every poem has a point!