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Crusader's Return

Oh my knight thy lance looks, at a glance    
The only thing a maiden could desire    
Of her squire  
Come, unto my chamber let us repair  
And, once there,  
Discuss its strength at great length and, I hope,  
With peels of mirth thy lance’s girth  
This night my knight shall we put a-right  
That which we both hath sorely missed  
To be kissed and, accur'sed be thy mangy pelt,  
Unlock ye this fuckin’ chastity belt!  
   
Oh shit quoth he  
I've lost the key! ;-)
Written by blocat
Published | Edited 29th Apr 2013
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