I ran too close to the spider, had to respawn, played the bassoon, said write in a song, and the spider is weaving,

　　Ran too close to the spider,

　　A battle of wits, and three riddles, and no exit, rage quit, when you gotta punch the hockey table, when the poet ran away,

　　The elves quit, said I want some authority now, I`m a good dreamer now, said okay, I`ll pay, put it in me, let me see, what`s beneath, this white dress, does the ritual begin, will the virgin be sacrificed, will the streets run red with blood, will we engorge on her breasts, her thighs, what`s between these lines, couldn`t quite see, but with his tongue he could feel,Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

　　My daddy was there to greet me,

　　And he made a slick entrance,

　　Wants it nice and clean,

　　Spick spot, pussy tasting clean,

　　Make you a queen,

　　Baby, I`m a fiend,

　　And he fell and died, cried, lied, said never, said we`ll make it together, said play me a tune, when we`re alone, I`ll fly away like a little goose, but the goose was big, was quite fierce, said I`ll leave you to it buddy, have it by my desk next Friday,

　　Said next month, said so mysterious, and a third lady said hello, my boss told her a secret, keep this between us, and the elves began dancing in the forest,

　　A pulse was beating,

　　I was here with him,

　　It fell to here,

　　Spring has begun.