Climb aboard, fair maidens, for the ride of your life.
We will soar far o'er all the trouble and strife.
We'll chase all the knights,
And scorch down to their tights,
For their hatred of me is just rife.
My poetry skills are limited, alas.
Tho' I do try to share it with each lovely lass.
If that mean knight makes fun,
He'll be on the run.
For I'll soon be stomping his ***.
Do I dare try to draw one more stanza?
'Tis too great a feat for a man-za.
Just know to no end,
That I love you, my friends,
Won't insult you by calling you fans-a.
2007-06-13
07:07:59
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