Originally Posted by
Mr. Mulder
do a poewim about mojitos.
It's not about Mojitos, but nothing rhymes with mojito
Mulder many things had writ
The board did much esteem his wit
And call for some poetick works
To celebrate the one who lurks
On the net, his cock in hand
He shoots from his private stand
His dart of such prodigious length
It pierces the collective conscience thro'
And deep transfixes our bosoms too
Some lines more pitiful than the rest
Begging perchance to see our breasts
Makes Skweeky do what's not so smart
Profess her love upon her heart
(apologies to the memory of Jonathan Swift for the blatant plagiarism
)
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