A mumu was the custom as it was a modern isle
no undies and a simple pullstring was the style.
To shade the nipple they all wore a wide-brimmed hat
and in the tropics all the sexy women are quite fat.
Thus the logistics of a union, picked by race
too short would leave the option, sitting on a face.
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