‘tis a fair compromise
 that will never occur
for we are to never be alone again
 we shall always whisper
of what might have been
 of what glory could have befallen cuntantics
this will be our unsung song

 I wanted to do something funny

So I figured that I’d talk about your nani

I bet it’s warm and fuzzy like a bunny

Or wet and sticky like some honey.

I’ll never know about this hole

Or why it likes to ride on poles

But that has nothing to do with my goal,

Which is the simple task of warming your soul.

So get out the booze

Gather your crews

Find a funnel to use

And spread the good news

Go out to a show

And let everyone know

That the roof’s about to blow

Cuz you’re 21 hoe!!!!