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ode to bad taco meat (Free verse) by gay

A feaste laid out before me (Aye Chihuahua!) my innards quickened with eager quiverings; The bowle was whyte as winges of angels! Now, Zounds! They growle three-folde.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 22-Aug-02/1:56 PM
Someone on this site must think that imitative mockery is a difficult or interesting form of taunting. It is not. This work is devoid of any of the wond'rous splendour that infuses my heav'nly odes. I will thank you, Sir, to cease your mediocre attempts at parody afore ye make a worse fool our of yourself than ye already are.




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