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I knew a plumber/fitter named Water Closet Williams;
His income supplemented by giving whores brazilians.
He’d fit the pipes to toilets; he’d run the gas to cookers,
And when he wasn’t plumbing he was waxing hirsute hookers.

He said he quite enjoyed it – his job was never boring;
He got a lot of offers but he wasn’t into whoring.
To pipes he was accustomed, but of females he was wary,
For he sometimes felt a tinge of fear in situations hairy.