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One day at Beastiality Farms
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| As some person named not_Scyess, let me say that the last thing we need around here-- | |
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| The first thing thou needest, knave, is a right royal sceptering in the embarrassables! Now turn ye 'round! | |
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Things were heating up to the buggery point
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And then, the most special day of all
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| Telephone pole lodged in my rectum, sire? Why yes! | |
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| It amuses me! Let's hang some jolly bells on it! | |
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