Thou art more clever and intelligent.
Rough nights do pass whilst loins aflamed sashay,
And raunchy congress makes the passions vent.
Sometime too fool the 'siren/witch' doth choose,
And often is her judgement blind to see,
And every FSM fervently boos:
By chance 'twere them, they would of course, opt thee.
But thy eternal essence shant lose sap,
Nor oomph, nor life-- pizazz: as it ought be:
Nor shall your story cease to fill yond gap,
When in array, thou art the pride of Disney.
So long as good taste reigns unceasingly,
So long thine fans bring immortality.
