A poem.

[bluethunderkuno]

You may all now drop everything and read the poem I have composed for my dearest Sadako. Her beauty is like the melted square of butter on a cob of corn. It is like the bubbles that rise to the top of your soda when you open the bottle! HER BEAUTY IS LIKE THE LONE RED SOCK IN THE DRIER OF APHRODITE THAT TURNS YOUR LOAD OF WHITES INTO A GLORIOUS

Comments

[wtfspacepirates]

...The hell?

[bluethunderkuno]

I'm sorry. I have claimed her as my own.

[wtfspacepirates]

Oh, I'm heartbroken. What the hell kind of a format is that?

[bluethunderkuno]

It is the format of poetic GENIUS.

[leadknucklehead]

wow.

[bluethunderkuno]

I have rendered another speechless.

[leadknucklehead]

[bluethunderkuno]

Tears of joy, I see.

Let us weep them together.

[hydrophobia]

Have at that one.

[bluethunderkuno]

It seems the gods are kind to me to bestow me with so many loves.

[hydrophobia]

Ye-ah. Well, she's all yours, buddy.

[bluethunderkuno]

As I plan on taking her and making her my own.

[emoing]

No.

[bluethunderkuno]

The Great Kuno Tatewaki does not need the approval of a peon such as yourself.

[sexy_and_skorty]

That's stupid.

[bluethunderkuno]

Ah. If it isn't my humble and delightful student. I shall teach you the ways of the quill soon enough.

[sexy_and_skorty]

I know how to use a quill.

[bluethunderkuno]

Any man can use a quill but it takes many years of tutelage to use it properly.