My Mernacian Vacation
If e'er I wish to offend my mother
I'd vacation with The Other
In His dark and dusty hall
I would surely have a ball
To light mom's face up like the sun
I would vacation with The One
Flowers bloom and birdies sing
Isn't that a lovely thing?
But to have whate'er I want
I must vacation with Lord Quont
Heav'nly hordes of succubi
Bring a twinkle to mine eye
Yes, if I want to please my phallus
I'll book a tour of the Marble Palace
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3 comments:
Wonderful! You make a very weary god laugh. Well done!
You had better pack the 'gumboots' then as rubbers are what you'll need!
Love it!
'tis truly great prose there, my dearest Canu.
And my adivse would be this, as all mothers are bound to forgive and always love thoust offspring- might'n as well live it up and come by my place for a time you'll neve forget!
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