There is one blondish Octopussy
Free lunch she likes, containing "susi"
She thinks she is a lioness
But lacks the brains she and finesse
She likes to stage her "smart" psyops
With old cheapish falling props
Wide-deep the tentacles she spreads
And other pussies boldly beds
Eat your "susi", Octopussy
Paid by certain slit-eyed Russy
Mate him in your octo-bed
Share his black oily bread
And if you hate my gayish rap
You will love your mousetrap.
The End.
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