Prologue When I look at a Kleenex box, my heart goes aflutter, thinking of yo sweet ass greased with butter. How long have I longed for your long loins, which I hope that fate with mine soon joins! How I remember! The light fixture illumined your bodacious body so well! The creases, the rubbing, the ineffable smell! I Transexual frogs Lept into the lake of shame. Splash!... debauchery. II Your luscious serpent Slithering all over me -- Greatly pleasuring. III Graceful antelope, Running through my supple bush: Come to the clearing IV My blunt buffalo A red and shaggy steed, won't Be shot on your plains. Epilogue Binders, papers, and books strewn about, Beneath our feet as we primally shout! Moans and groans -- have no fear, Grab another cold, refreshing beer.