For the Horde, Part 7

Day 38. 133 pages, 60,943 words.

So when the last day dawnèd
And the horde’s time came to die
I faced the knife undaunted
With Mr. BRKN standing by.

My last remaining token
Doesn’t exactly feel fantastic
I’ve got a badly shaven scrotum
What’s all covered up in plastic.

But when I contemplate my boulders
I see no reason for a tizz
I just look at these two soldiers
I helped to make them with my jizz.


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7 Responses to For the Horde, Part 7

  1. dreameling says:

    Man, are you milking this poem. (But in a good way.)

  2. brknwntr says:

    I thought it was cumming along nicely.

  3. brknwntr says:

    Here I sit in the hall of waiting
    Patiently while the hordes abating
    Though the massed host at the gates did stand
    Two perfect specimens, they had planned

    The hordes were mighty, ready to side by side
    over the valley and forest wide
    but here they lay in the final glade
    for here they met The Leveled Blade

  4. aaronthepatriot says:

    Methinks the lady doth protest too much. And did you see the Captain America montage I was trying to amuse you with? I think you can do this.

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