But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Unless your champion is that dear old Anil,
In which case, even a pig would turn from your swill.”
It isn't one of my better works, but it comes from the heart.
As does the following which was written for my new friend, sockinabox:
"There was a walrus from Nantucket
Who lived his life with a bucket,
Until one day he lost it
When somebody tossed it.
Now his RealDoll, he can't even fuck it."
The poor thing. ;_;