The "valiant" prince rode,
valiantly coward, armed to the teeth.
He advanced like an equestrian statue,
manes like the Silkien's, in search of his hosts.
He longed for his sordid palace,
once decked out with a hundred rancid tapestries.
He remembered, sitting on his hemorroid,
the years that passed turned into a frog.
More, suddenly, fateful destiny,
ten thousand mutineers, they cut the road.
The guys were at odds,
"If you want to stay alive, what is the password?
- My father is the owner of these lands,
if you don't let me pass
we will go to war.
- Do you mean the rest of the pieces?
of the body that used to go stuck on this head?
- Scoundrels! What has become of the queen?
just imagining it, my curls are disheveled.
The infants! What have they done with them?
did you have at least mercy of the maidens?
- Well mercy, mercy what is said,
depends on the criteria of whose analyzes it,
but at least we have recycled them.
There you can see them
pulling the plow.
- And with me? What are you going to do with me?
Breaded fillets wrapped in sliced bread?
- We beg you not to give us ideas,
We have enough and they are much uglier.
For now, and temporarily,
here is your scepter: first suppository.
And then 10,000 republicans
they are going to practice the Middle Ages with your anus."
Let's practice the Middle Ages with your anus.
Let's practice the Middle Ages with your anus.
Let's practice the Middle Ages with your anus.
Let's practice the Middle Ages with your anus.
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