Oh! Me claim is that I’m Amish
I’m a breeder in a clan
We grow our ewes, use lumber
For the barns we raise by hand
We pray and make our beddings
And we do not dance at all
And then delay buffoons that crawl
Array our carts in stall

Oh! We plumb and sand
And the grim withstand
Sheep are shorn, no lazy day
Our darlings, plump in our commune
So shy to my dismay
And when I see many trees, oodles of fruit
But my shoes are black and bland
I dread it, lust, desire banned in Amish square old clan

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We vow to have no cursing but we do have facial hair
The manual conjugation calls for entry to be spare
With genitals bent in wire strand frame, thy nookie is just grand
A sleeze endeavor, pawing strikes in Amish square old clan

Oh! We’re glum in gland
And our limb is banned
And we scorn the ways we play
Depart our frumps, no time for spoon
Say “bye” and wipe with clay
And then decree I love thee, do a salute
As the news will be numbing scam
Ahead to behold marriage plan in Amish square old clan


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Oh! Me flame is shrunk, no drool or lust and
My deed is now hid from
A praying, Amish square old clan
No heat, her big ass numb
Again, no arch, no thong so sweet
A maiden’s drink is planned
Devout, in funk, for foolish thrust
Wedding is an Amish plan

Oh! I swear we’ll munch on ham hocks
And some lamb so warm and lean
She’ll chime and grunt a bit, cooking weed
She’ll stew with pork and beans
She’s a-frying, complying
Agreein’ with thee and
Succumb, she’ll squire this man
Get my whim any time I moan or plead
In Amish chair I can

Oh! We’ll shun this gang
And we’ll sin and bang
She’s reborn, amazing sway
She jars and humps, unfolding swoon
So spry, so ripe to stray
And one a day, underway, nude in pursuit
And the muse is at my command
A bedding to inspire, planned for Amish daring man

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That’s Amish prayer here