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 ma** 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.