Рецензия на «Clittary Hilton» (Mahalingam)
No wonder some prefer indeed O, gentle knight, thou art complete With telepathic lens, astride your steed Indeed, I have no use for lash to punish trash A riding crop... one whoop and welt's aflash Mahalingam, do not be so brash... Still, the sight of you screwing a lowly goat All but destroys my capability to gloat Those udders, hardly silky or sublime... Intrepid knight, please do not stoop to slime. Strange as this seems, I cherish this exchange Frivolous, blasphemous in range... Ironically, Tiberius on Capreae quite deranged Enjoyed peculiar lifestyle, bemoaning in his villa Drusus, his murdered son and husband of Livilla Clittary Hilton 24.07.2003 • Заявить о нарушении
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