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All, in the forest we dance and we play, we sing and we touch, our sex we display.
Catch the nymph as she runs away...
All, in the forest we rope and we grope, we kiss and we lick, our charm you will cope.
Feed the nymph so she does not mope...
All, in the forest we ponder and swoon, we poke and we stroke, our minds of the loon.
Undress the nymph and make it soon...
All, in the forest we thrill our voice shrill, we grunt and we moan, our love we doth spill.
Clean the nymph up, whilst this rum I will kill...
All, in the forest we do this all day, we make merry with faeries, our life is this way.
If we do find you, with us you shall stay.
- by Sabathius Reed |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/02/2008 |
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- Title: A Satyrs Day
- Artist: Sabathius Reed
- Description: Just a small poem of how it is to be a satyr.
- Date: 10/02/2008
- Tags: satyrs
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Aasianubis - 10/02/2008
- A great peice as well. I cant wait for you to post more, dont let others keep you down.
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- Ines Verdelet - 10/02/2008
- Fascinating. I chuckled a bit. 4/5
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- hakeberhut - 10/02/2008
- Nice, but. . .um. . .some of the rhymes sound strained, 'yknow what I mean? Satyrs are supposed to be lyrical masters, after all. :3 8/10
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