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by ren&stimpy » June 18th, 2005, 2:10 pm
A Mom, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hood!
Fie Fie! upon it I sayeth and then like
Bellerophon was steering trusty
Pegasus up towards the Golden Dawn,
out for a cruise among the cirrus,
seducer, joker, murder was
Bellerophon, liked to flirt
with the King's wife
(even back in dose Attic days
da gals luved wise guys especially one'
who had a big white stallion with wings),
and he gave his ride a kick
(not known if the mutha-phuckers
had spurs then)
and piloted his steed to a castle;
King Schlmiel was like at the
de rigeur battlefield with his
bloody helmet on, waxing hubris-like,
so our guy Bellerophon, after finding
some shade and water and chow
for the Pegasus-machine
did woo her, waylay her booty
and she, some Queen Panochocrus or
something glancing out her castle
caught site of the Pegasus and
indeed, well, she asked Bellerophon
what he might think of little
menage a trois with the Mr. Peg
and horrified at such depravity
he wasted the bitch
and her guards, robbed the joint
and flew back off into
the wild blue yonder
on his holy winged horse