Gather around my merry folk
for I have a tale to tell,
A magical tale of a magical place,
like the urine of cat, it did smell.
A place where the light is harsh and bright,
the north facing wall painted blue.
The white three remaining,
all day i be staining,
with my proverbial chocolate goo.
"Hark why be this place so magical? Such a Ball?
but stinky and vile my mind see.
And for Divinities sake man! your liquid lines the walls!
In heck! a place for you there shall be."
I assure you dear friends I speaketh the truth.
The topic of mine spooge but a jest,
The bung be a fantasy, imaginary you see.
You soon shall concur not protest.
MAIDENS DEAR FRIENDS! THE FINEST AROUND!
and I assure you "around" a euphemism.
FROM BRAZIL, MILAN, ROMA
This room they be bound.
These muses, an explosion, my jism.
Woe if I was so lucky my faithful chums.
my technique! with all I would share
But in truth i am lacking,
I shant, these bitches, be macking.
For no currency for lines I have spare....
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i just pictured you sitting on a tree stump with a lute, surrounded by the village children. as the sun begins to set you start a haunting tune with your instrument (the lute, not your cock) and begin to sing this song.
the childrens eyes grow wider with every line.
YES!
I must admit I was a bit nervous. Never done the poetry thing.
Very very very very very very strange. I like it.
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