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A man who had only one suit,
Sundry undies, pajamas, and one boot
Was living a lie
With nary a tie,
For as a nudist, his few clothes were moot.

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A man who had only one suit,
But suffered no shortage of loot,
On a shopping spree,
Wisely purchased me,
For I’m sexy and always a hoot.

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A man who had only one suit,
Removed it during a showing of Klute.
And in the dark and buff
He couldn’t get enough
Of his neighbors, one straight, one fruit.

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A man who had only one suit,
Once tossed it in a laundry chute.
With a touch of terror
He realized his error
For in a pocket was his new pet newt.

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A man who had only one suit,
Besides his birthday one there was his zoot,
Was known for his flair,
In his zoot or bare,
Playing “Misty” on his trusty lute.

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A man who had only one suit,
Which, for attorneys, can get one the boot,
Was hardly rapacious
Much less sagacious
And for a lawyer was far from astute.

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A man who had only one suit,
A leisure that was anything but cute,
Also had just one ball
Which he lost in a fall,
Leaving him a high-pitched old coot.

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A man who had only one suit,
Through which he was known often to poot,
Couldn’t help turning heads
As his gas-blown threads
Emitted an aroma too acute.

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A man who had only one suit
Was involved in an unholy pursuit
Of cards, sex, and booze,
Which was hardly news
To his wife who was consorting with Newt.

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A man who had only one suit
Was no cardshark but surely a brute,
As he threw cards and cried
When he sadly descried
A straight flush in Crazy Eights is moot.

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A man who had only one suit
Visited a house of ill repute
Where he doffed said clothes,
Put on panty hose,
And serenaded all on his flute.

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A man who had only one suit
Was anything but destitute,
For he had his hummus
And piles of pomace
And a cache of cash at home in Beirut.

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A man who had only one suit
Had more than one nice attribute.
Witty, charming and warm
And known, too, for his form,
He had a bald butt but pate hirsute.

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A man who had only one suit
Was once a woman in hot pursuit
Of a different shape,
A hairier nape,
And new identity to take root.

Since his youth he knew he’d aspire
To become an accomplished ‘esquire’
His known career journey
Was to be an attorney
But alas! No jobs–the straits dire!!

(Pardon my shameless, shameless post! Desperate times call for desperate limericks!)