zodiac25 Feb 2004

"Sire," quoth page with wrinkl'd brow
And cheek all alabaster,
"My flow is dam'd, I know not how,
But fear it spells disaster!"
"Calm ye," said the goodly lord,
"Tho ye be strain'd and swollen,"
And fisted him until cack pour'd
From his distended co-o-lon.