tis not a rant. tis not i dare say
however could you think that?
i would stangle you like a cat.
and i hope you would see,
through the pettiness you read
cause by now you may have slumber'ed
while your mother comes and thunders
this is no prose nor poetry
but an epic tale of war
for i will one day write, i swore
that pink-oni would try to ignore
HALT!
prance little fairy prance. the time is near
and your prince is trapped in his hall
now i am starting to boar
bore, ball, bloody unworthy hor!
my hands grpped tight
scream you little persnicketty knaves!
"i will declare war!"













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"for i will one day write, i swore
that pink-oni would try to ignore"
He's taunting me. I think. I see this as his way to draw me out to have a literary duel with him. I'm no coward in this, however (bwohaha).
" prance little fairy prance. the time is near
and your prince is trapped in his hall"
These lines show that I cannot reach my sexy prince.
"bore, ball, bloody unworthy hor!"
This line shows I'm unworthy of his rapery.
"my hands grpped tight"
He is grabbing my imaginary boobs here... or some other part?
Note: Like in real English studies, Alan may not have been thinking any of the crap that I just wrote. Stupid over-analysis of poems is stupid, but fun.
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Fragrance lies within the hands of the respective giver.
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