Do you like my poetry?
The Thousand Dong Stare
M'lady, I doth declare it -
the truth, and nothing more -
That I am straight, I swear it -
Though m'lord exits the back door.
M'lady, please don't think me
Rude and implacable.
M'lord doth wish to drink me,
For I am barebackable.
M'lady, I'm no strange one
Whereof I get my kicks.
But, do you derange one
With your lack of dicks.
Is it normal, m'lady
That though I straight must be
I'd slop a poll today'dy
For him I do lust, he.