Pissant
by Silk
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2/2/1998

Her hair is bright as sunshine
Eyes the color of spring grass
If she doesn't learn to shut her mouth
I'll kick her in the @$$

An amazon she is now
Queen of all the land
To bad she doesn't know the customs
I usually have to give her a hand

Peace Peace Peace
That's all she has to say
Nagging me unendingly
I pray for silence everyday

Perhaps this good deed thing is not for me
After all, it is rather dull
With just a throw of my chakrum
I could use a new cup made from her skull

Then no longer would I have to assist
The downtrodden and the helpless
For no bard would be at my side
Talking me to madness

THE END

*snicker*