How this poem came to be was one night at MFF I got a little tipsy and texted my bud :icontiltlongtail: I should punch his work in the face for making him miss this. He texted back the next morning asking what he missed. So I spontaneously sent a little poem and got the idea for this video. So I was writing the thing all the way home with the help of my friends Naka and Pasha and this is the end result after Thor helped me film.
There was a fountain of wine, and a river of beer. It was full of steers and queers Leering learers of thylican anthromorphology It could inspire a degree in psychology Tequila for breakfast gets me questing with no time for resting. Searching for that warm furpile lovin oven.
Cool Mac cats and foxes playing the sax Raving Rabbits that carry tracks on their backs Leather bound wolves and things with hooves Double rainbows and dealers tables with labels from the explicit to the elicit Rap battling tigers, striped lizards, and gizzards Squeak talking, beat boxin, demon oxen, Howie pups, talking schmucks, DJs and De-O-Ges
The Drama lama was a rare sight but against a Rogue there wasn’t even a fight. Doggies wielding giant oreos, canines in their panty-hoes And you know you just got to go and watch that funny gryphon show
I can barely comprehend the amount of generosity I received, From the clean to the obscene Not a single one was mean
I have endless thanks for filling my banks With a flow of liquor paring a chaser to send it down quicker For the friends I have and new ones I’ve made Jesus Christ isn’t this nice
For four days and nights I got lit Squeezed some tit saw some cock And it all never stopped.
I hope it was a shared delight of doing all that we can To offend the entire Vatican. The heart I have can gush no more So to spare you the rest I’ll just say this Midwest Furfest is one of the best