Undertaker Necrophiliac!

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He was a "Necrophiliac,"
And his job suited him right,
He was the undertaker in the town.
It was his sacra-iliac,
That would bother him at night,
When he climbed on his corpses it broke down!

This made the undertaker mad,
It caused his love life to wane,
He just couldn't enjoy sex any more.
This Necrophiliac was sad,
He thought he might go insane,
So he moved his love life down to the floor!

It took him awhile to figure,
How to move his lovers down,
But with careful moving he succeeded.
So now he can work his "trigger,"
And he doesn't even frown,
And the floor vent makes his bodies heated!!

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