Would that I could pen a lofty news bit
With the style and the verve of some others
Alas that I have not the time, the wit
Nor the journalese flair of my brothers.
Now the sonnet is not known as funny
But it might if it starred wrinkled hookers
In bed with men dressed as evil bunnies
With my bros in the crowd of onlookers.
If you think that there’s no fun in watching
And would rather jump in for some kinky
Then consider a rapid degotching
And enter the chum bucket inky.
Yes please write for this site fresh and funky
Protect web two point 0 from bored monkeys.
