Ye, Old Man,
As Thee walk
The Land of Eve,
Haft your age, and
From a Land afar,
To the East;
Fear not,
For blue pills
Art with Thee,
Steels Thee’s rod to
Penetrate Eve:
Thrust Thee rod mightily,
Release Thee’s seed
Into Eve,
For it Giveth Thee Pleasure
And Parts the Sea.

Oh Hark,
Worldly Souls,
The day cometh for
Thee’s old man
For Thee took a nitrate pill
With Thee’s blue pills
While mounted on Eve;
Over-exerted by Eve’s charm,
Now breathless,
Dearly departed,
You lay before Ye,
In an XL body bag;
Thee still smiles,
Whilst Thee’s rod
At haft mast,
Journeys to Cedars Sinai.

Eve, from a land afar,
To the Far East,
Hast tits and ass,
Held by tiny cloth clasps,
Unworldly and adorned,
Stand aside magic door,
Sorrowed, alas,
Thou’st prays,
Bids Thee Farewell,
Tear in eye.

Oh Hark
Eve’s iPhone suddenly brays,
Silk purse,
Shekels Doth rattle;
For Eve’s bed now
Provides Thy’s many Old Brothers
Her lovely tits and ass,
For a Princely sum.

Oh Dear,
Hath old man never learn,
For rod steeled by blue pill
Not make old man,
Man of Steel;
For Thy’s many Old Brothers
Make Eve’s bed
Their Heavenly Departure Gate.