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Post by lumpy on Mar 30, 2008 13:10:50 GMT -5
Ah, lonely troll, benighted troll, Ever mindless, (albeit droll) Cease digging in thy nasal hole And go thou now to search thy soul
Dost hath more pithy words this day? More errant thoughts from matter grey? Far from this thread ‘wouldst have us stray But best-laid plans gang aft a-gley
Thy words thou hast not brains to rue Apparent heir to Whoopty Whoo Dost hath thou naught else thing to do Than with these good folks minds to screw?
Thou must not these good folks harass Pray hold thy tongue, ‘tis ever crass Extract thy head now from thy ass Ere lost it be, in yon crevasse
Cease poking ‘neath thine eyebrow ridge And slink thou back beneath thy bridge Indulgest thou in some frottage Or ponder, perhaps, Coleridge
Mayhap thou shouldst go masturbate Perchance ‘twould ease thine addled pate Thou’rt but a base, simple primate In sooth, a sorry reprobate
Folks hereabouts care naught for thee Nor for thine eccentricity Indeed with electricity Fain would I see thee dance for me
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