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Story 92
The Comely Wench
Once upon a time a young boy fell for a comely French wench. Her
devastating beauty made him blench. For days on end he dreamt of
nothing but having her in his clench, in the park, on a bench. He
thought he'd never quench his thirst for this beautiful wench.
Be that as it may, when he nearly had her in his clench, he fell plumb
backwards off the bench, repelled by the cheapest, rankest, perfume
stench.
