She yearns to slake a vampire's thirst, To feel her plump carotid burst. She flaunts her neck, she wants a bite, But we all think her grammar's shite. Her bold ambition's sadly cursed: She'll have to study writing first. Just mail her back, and say you might, If she can only learn to write.
The Stalker's Neck
Date: Saturday, August 10th, 2002 02:33 am (UTC)To feel her plump carotid burst.
She flaunts her neck, she wants a bite,
But we all think her grammar's shite.
Her bold ambition's sadly cursed:
She'll have to study writing first.
Just mail her back, and say you might,
If she can only learn to write.