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Wid ye like me tae write you one?
yeah, Flea said she wanted you to write her a love sonnet, as long as you don't have another mental breakdown when if everyone says it sucks
I doubt she wants it, and I doubt he'll do it since there are stips.
I've got a pre-write I'm working on but it's a bit rough to publish -- and I'm having trouble smoothing it down.
Proxy and I luvs a poem. Don't be so reticent, his alter ego Poppet isn't, and her wurk is shite.
Okay, but understand that the theme (and most of the lead verse) is collected from an army drinking song from WW1 and it's better sung than declaimed.
> > clears throat < <
Yer ass is like a stovepipe, Countess darling
The nipples on yer tits are turning green
There's a yard of yarn protruding from yer navel
You are the ugliest fucking bitch I've ever seen (...my darling...)
A dozen flies are crawling on yer pussy
A scarlet do-rag covers yer bald head
Yer ass is like the back seat of a Buick
Yer tits hang off of both sides of the bed (...my darling...)
A thousand crabs are running round yer asshole
When you piss you piss a stream as green as grass
There's enough wax in yer ears to make a candle
So why not make one, dear, and shove it up yer ass (...my darling Countess...)