Two fugitives behind the rock,
corrupted and evil and wickedly wild
turn from sparrow to eagle
when natural passion weakens.

What are you afraid of?
Your 9 inch worm will amaze her -
and like a Roman matron was her mien and gait,
she is far too proud for her own good.

Squares are more like circles in my eyes.
The magical blue pills will do it,
beauty you can swallow.
Make your tentacle work well,
like a drilling machine in your pants.

We take the doctor out of the equation
and no conclusion could be drawn.
You can cry because of your weak and limp rod -
be quiet, and do not weep.
Your blood will boil again.

How charmingly sweet you sing!
No nightingale did ever chant,
then cheerful flower my spirits play.
Give her hot nights in winter;
make your zipper knight the best in the whole town.

You're a wicked monster!
Take lovegun out and shoot.
Upgrade your massive tool,
grow a longer pipe
because ladies need pounding.

My friend the soccer player told me
what turned a poor homeless boy into a millionaire,
then he suddenly hit me hard across the face.
He is helpless and alone,
now he's silent, he is dead.

Striding down the hall in her nightgown,
not enough fire in your bedroom.
At this she began to cry.
But when she was bad,
there seemed to be a red glow nearby;
maybe they steam from grace to wrath

But nobody slept there!
She laughs at tiny size,
thou art not daunted
who with a toward or untoward lot
refuses to stay? Spur it!

A parfum that feels as good as it smells,
electrolyte for your nether battery.
No-limit porksword energy,
stubborn wang is easy.
Aliens and millionaires?
The fate of those old trees
stay like a bold cliff.