PBF

Lord Greengrass don’t you worry I’ll protect your flock Your butler’s in a hurry And although your friends may mock They’re secretly full of wheels Plans to frost your might A ton of golden honey An Assassin bred at night Dame Sunshine won’t you shine on Shitting out your rays You tell a yarn of spindles Stare in the mirror for days There you see a wonder A beauty young and true There is no room for eyelids When all you see is you The preacher is a wormer Feeding on the puss His hips are able showmen All they flock, they must He paints them pretty pictures There is none left to resist He makes them suck his member But all that comes is piss