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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What mighty man shall this cup serve, Whose power rests on fealty’s nerve, With certain lust it shames to know, How upon its charms did grow. A thousand years did wax and wane, Until a Dane did ascertain, That time was ripe for certain news, A book he wrote with crooked clues. A goodnight read did he convey, Thoughts that caused some disarray, With simple verse did he unveil, A magic code that was the real. Foul, foul to be so naughty! Those dirty men at a party, So many others not invited, Rage and anger now ignited. His story told a subtle tale, Of one who was a ripe female, Into the night she had fled with seed, Carrying the babe of man’s misdeed. The churchmen did not like this thought, Preferring the plan they had bought, That damsels ought to stay like that, So a chosen few could pass the hat. Whence upon the story broke, The pope his army did invoke, To arrest the man’s little scheme, For thinking of this seamy dream. Another bloke whose name was Leigh, Who suffered from some jealousy, Cried and yelled with all his might, To no avail was the fight. With all the Brownian motion, There was a bit of commotion, A genre hereby was created, By an idea that many hated. So what was really this all about, That threatened those who were devout, Could it simply have been so scary, That the Man was sometimes Mary? That they forgot a contraceptive, Should not make us less receptive, To one degree or another, We all come from the same big mother. So let us stop this boring blight, Embrace instead the fun of night, Dan the man stole an idea, Oh mama mia, mama mia!
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