01-19-2013, 08:52 PM
Voyeurism
Nf3
Offer declined, "No," you say.
For this is war, where all is fair.
No need for direct confrontation.
Yet.
A spy sent, donning cassock and mitre.
One of shockingly low moral fibre.
Even the bravest knight's terrified of
Perverse leer felt; so intense the desire,
He no longer bathe peacefully.
Upon request, he's thrown into the front line.
Rage of war safer than lust of pious man.
The beast's still horny, I know,
For chills down spine are felt by the king
Whenever he changes.
Nf3
Offer declined, "No," you say.
For this is war, where all is fair.
No need for direct confrontation.
Yet.
A spy sent, donning cassock and mitre.
One of shockingly low moral fibre.
Even the bravest knight's terrified of
Perverse leer felt; so intense the desire,
He no longer bathe peacefully.
Upon request, he's thrown into the front line.
Rage of war safer than lust of pious man.
The beast's still horny, I know,
For chills down spine are felt by the king
Whenever he changes.
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