Sipping into a vintage leopard skin ankle low dress.
Gliding over it a tasteful pair of purple see-thru panties.
With other knights of the defloreum, gracefully wielding my angel pitchfork.
Set out into the night to lick the onlookers and perform mass cultivation.
Boy would my mother be proud.
Oh, how my sisters giggle with splendour.
If they could only see how pretty is me
Hible-lable, knock-knock Milfred... be a dear and get that for me.
Surely you digress? I infest to digest, not impress, but to mess.
I must bless, you conquest, Mmm... use finesse? Here's my vest.
What's a pest! You take my best, you scabby wretch, applaud it, applaud it.
Joy is this, my very own friend. To maul and to mould may a bestir be my wand.
And zest this magic vomit.
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