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Hen one morning went to find the c**k
 And said: "My friend I long to you.
 My libido is annoyed and it is not the seal
 With its little crazy and too soft look
 That could soothe my spring enthusiasm. "

C**k a little surprised tone of the preamble
 Says : " But what then! Here are some ways!
 To what end is it that we cornered me!
 I know that if this little hen heat
 Here she invites me to trudge ! "

Having said he complied but without fervor,
 Climbed fury for coconiquer ,
 But without enthusiasm and without any more enthusiasm
 That puts to piss when you do not want to.
 It was beautiful revise one by one her fantasies
 By stirring at best on the job, nothing helped .

"Well what? " Says soon casserole that frustrates
 And sees her orgasm postponed again
 Random uncertain another c**k horny
" For I am cuddly enough gallinaceous
 My ass is chicken, I frivolous rump
 And now I sue under this pedant to the colorful tail
 That labors in vain me while I wilts ! "

When turning a little, she begged Sing Clerc
 Him drop feathers and stop its swell.
 The rooster was comforted : "I no longer fear the winter
 I picked up a jacket foot chicken . "

[Flags]
public enum Bool {
   True, False, ForSure, Maybe, ProbablyNot, Depends, NotDecidedYet, Undefined
}

private interface IStealth { }

Quote:

'The time has come,' the Walrus said,
'To talk of many things:
Of shoes - and ships - and sealing-wax -
Of cabbages - and kings -
And why the sea is boiling hot -
And whether pigs have wings.'

Keith Barrow wrote:

She offered her honour,

He honoured her offer,

So he was on her and off her all night.

BillWoodruff wrote:

something about poetry

glennPattonWork wrote:

Cheers for the help!