Though green his not to *** without love
The feeling of cheers still as hot
After the brawl a trademark left - his evil laughed

Princesses are quite shy at first
But how could they neglect his touch of dearness
How could they've known that they're catching a pretending caress

He  love to hear the sound of those dames while they're tickled
Those are music to his ear
He love to behold the beauty of those ladies while they're naked
Those are art in his eyes

Alas! Thy virginity was taken away
Thy pureness was broken like a glass
To the air thy clamor burst
The adjective left to thy mouth was a cursed
A cursed for him, the BIG BIG WOLF....



Written: July 27, 2001 @ 3:20 pm

nom de plum: Mysterious Aries