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Post by HearMeRoar on Jul 4, 2008 22:15:46 GMT
Well I got bored and I've been masquerading as a fictional man on this odd website, winding up lunatics...and here's the best bit, I'm getting paid for it. Anyhow, while I was on, I thought I'd experiment with making up poetry on the spot. Obviously, this isn't amazing but I liked it sufficiently enough to let you all laugh along with me at my awfulness ^_^ A curious infraction in plight of jest, When woe betide at her behest, In grim staccato in turn I find, Her silky touch has made me blind.
Raptured by her sly beguile, And led astray all through the while, By the collar I was led, And all because she gave good head.
The scheming fiend has come and gone, Into the night she went anon, And folk will ask "Where did she go?" Buried, as she is, under the patio...
You can find the full story and how it started here. Here, you can find a subsequent post where "Seymour" counselled a troubled man on the dangers of getting trenchfoot from oral sex... Ooh, if you click this link and sign up I get a billionth of a penny...or something. You can help me antagonise weirdos. ^_^
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