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I gotta get goin'
I gonna see a friend of mine
(He's round and he's fuzzy, I love him because he's just...)
Cho-san, Lorewalker Cho-san
My pants are so low, oh won't you take me please
Cho-san, C'mon strip me bare
Honeyed-up tummy
You know just what I need
Stories fill me with lust, wanna roll in your musk
'Even though not into men
You leaf through that tome, gotta bite back a moan
You read off that fable
My hips start to bend, yikes
Cho-san, Lorewalker Cho-san
Please make me your ho, bend down and spread my knees
Cho-san, your tight pants make me sta-a-re
It's me and it's you
My sexy ol' Lorewalker Choooooooo
- large lads officer
Second, I've written this poem in hope that I'll get a chance to post it in this club of great gentlemen.
Large Lads
A cabal angry of nerds, called Large Lads,
Who were never given love by their dads,
Who will never achieve anything in their petty lives,
Who will never father children and never have wives,
The first of them is Hughe, quick on the bantz,
But wouldn't see a ♥♥♥♥♥, if camels wore pants,
The second fierce lad is Archon, a rapist well-known,
First he gets you drunk, then prods you with his bone,
The third is the young Grol, whose hate for Karl is sick,
But secretly he wouldn't mind to suck his throbbing ♥♥♥♥,
As for the rest of Lads, who I don't know but love,
I'm sure you are great, like the ones listed above.