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Charles Staunton wore himself a big fine belt
He beat his son Charles and gave him a great big welt
You see, he was mad because his son's name confused him
And Charles didn't like confusion, so he cut off his limb
But being confused, the limb he cut off was his own
And he beat Charles over the head with it first. straight down to the bone
This made Charles give ouit a big old whopping shout
So he dug a big hole in the bathroom with a trap door made of grout
As quick as spit, he ran his ass in there and sealed it off
But first enclosing in it all his belongings and belched out a fake cough
With one arm less, Charles began his efforts to find himself
But with his arm shafting back and forth while pissing, he pissed his-self
This unfortunate thing lead to his arm stump to turn septic and fowl
Then the other Charles broke the door down and let out a fierce growl
Charles times three, he declared, was far too many for he
So, he sifted himself through a sand sifter and down the tub drain he went with a glee
Charles the fourth then threw himself down the chimney with care
With his underwear off and his cheeks out in the cold once again bare
Then every Charles followed and gathered like a heaping heap of Chuck
The first one first stopped, then the second, then they all started to buck
As one big undulating mass of Charlie they made a conglomerate jam
Each one stacking and grabbing smelling eachothers' clam