In the middle of the darkest room hid smiles.
Smiles of the followers.
Smiles of the players.
Smiles of the thespians.
Bespoke, dressed as lesbians.
Smiles of the slayers, who dissected the players.
Who did stand on the stage, spitting some vile rage,
of tyrants and elephants,
while wearing tight underpants,
that strangled their ********
The fellas that was.
Some had big feet,
other's knobbly knees.
All the smiles seemed to fit and that's about it.
A great night was had and no-one was bad.
Came in much too early and now I feel sad !
(C) LIVVI
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
In the middle of the darkest room hid smiles.
Smiles of the followers.
Smiles of the players.
Smiles of the thespians.
Bespoke, dressed as lesbians.
Smiles of the slayers, who dissected the players.
Who did stand on the stage, spitting some vile rage,
of tyrants and elephants,
while wearing tight underpants,
that strangled their ********
The fellas that was.
Some had big feet,
other's knobbly knees.
All the smiles seemed to fit and that's about it.
A great night was had and no-one was bad.
Came in much too early and now I feel sad !
(C) LIVVI
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