Such sweet words from thee do grace Thy humble bard, he of jizz 'pon face Purveyor of lute, and of skin-flute He gives as he gets with ravenous pace
O fox of cute tush, so firm and so round With it shall he ride, with it he shall pound! Through ballads fair and tails so grand The Lads are seduce'd, soon hard in his hand
Spells and spying and fighting, so crude! He much prefers love, to say no would be rude And so with the guys, whether one or by gang He'll wink and he'll smile, and all he shall bang
Thus endeth my song, I, Valdis the Bard I toast thee with cider, may it always be hard!
<3
*briefly tunes lute, then plays* Such sweet words from thee do grace Thy humble bard, he of jizz
Thank you for the most glorious shout! Your kindness and cheering shan't be in doubt! Rest assured that, Thy purple-hair'd brat Will be a-rumping and pumping throughout One many sweet peens, be they stocky or stout!
(Hehe I loved it btw. Thank you <3)
Thank you for the most glorious shout! Your kindness and cheering shan't be in doubt! Rest assured
