DISCLAIMER: The following strain has to be understood in it's absolute sense. Misconstruing the poesy in any way other than how the author intends it, is utterly the reader's can of worms.
O boys and girls from now and then,
Your goofs and b***s excite this pen;
No paltry aid you gift today...
And I was never - ever- this gay!
For I bequeath into your hands
The code, the rulebook, of these lands;
And I don’t want this strain delayed;
For here's the secret - On how to get laid...
A roast, a toast; beef and mead;
You dine on these and pay me heed
The dame awaits, a child no more...
Do not delay, I must implore.
'All worlds’s a play', it has been said
Is that enough for your appetite to be fed?
We'll see 'bout that once the game's begun
You load you barrel and head out for fun!
The bird dictates your movements, yes!
A peek, a glance is enough to guess
Here, the Pecking Order comes to play
and then you go -" What does the rulebook say?"
“When a chick's eggs are tasted raw
The 'entire-course' would hold no flaw”
Protein exchange - I call it thus;
Play IT cool, and make no fuss...
And that, my friends, will hold you good.
As long as you like - hunt you should!
Treasure this gift I pass today...
And you'll ‘bang fine’ and ‘roll in the hay’!
For more gyaan (acquiring/dissemination - eitherwise) on the subtle art of game hunting, head to the comments space...
;-)
the Guy Next Door
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