Cheers to choccy for sending me the original mail that ended up being this web page. I've turned it into a little program that does the random selection for you. No idea who the original author was, sorry!

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Nick

I met her in a jail cell with her father,
I can still recall the neon sign she wore.
She was smellin' kind of funny by the off-ramp,
and I knew I'd have to scrape her off the floor.

Her rabbi said I'd stay a dwarf forever,
She said to me that Nixon didn't lie,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel with no clothes on,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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