Post by webscav on Jul 19, 2015 17:04:28 GMT -5
A quick story about a bearded elf
He found it quite tiring to pleasure himself
The poor old man was looking for a way
To deal with being horny all day
He had an idea to empty the load
If only he could just decipher the code
There was a new spell for a vibrating rod
If he could just imbue it right onto his cod
Hail dear Shamoke
Always ready to poke!
Hail dear Shamoke
He's no need to choke!
With his lady armor
He's always hard inside her!
Shamoke soon found the key to it
A spell licking at his bit
The use of magic wasn't quite right
But it certainly helped him turn his armor bright white
But he found it wasn't so nice
To do it with something like ice
There needed to be someone else, yes another
He would find a new spell and make his armor his lover
Hail dear Shamoke
Always ready to poke!
Hail dear Shamoke
He's no need to choke!
With his lady armor
He's always hard inside her!
Shamoke went a search for far and wide
To make his armor ask to it put inside
To bring sentience to his lover's grasp
He wanted to hear her breathless gasp
But our dear Shamoke, he was the best
With patience and virtue he ended his quest
He asked "Now that your living how do I address?"
"Names do not matter" she said with a caress
*sings* Hail dear Shamoke
Always ready to poke!
Hail dear Shamoke
He's no need to choke!
With his lady armor
He's always hard inside her!
But now to all of you who nay say
About how he and his armor always make hay
He found the spell to give her a voice
She willingly says that this is her choice
So raise up your drinks and give a good cheer
For the elf and the armor together for many a year
The couple withstood the trials of time
His count of new lovers is far less than mine
Hail dear Shamoke
Always ready to poke!
Hail dear Shamoke
He's no need to choke!
With his lady armor
He's always hard inside her!
Penned by the great bard Annie Kenner, pass it round!
He found it quite tiring to pleasure himself
The poor old man was looking for a way
To deal with being horny all day
He had an idea to empty the load
If only he could just decipher the code
There was a new spell for a vibrating rod
If he could just imbue it right onto his cod
Hail dear Shamoke
Always ready to poke!
Hail dear Shamoke
He's no need to choke!
With his lady armor
He's always hard inside her!
Shamoke soon found the key to it
A spell licking at his bit
The use of magic wasn't quite right
But it certainly helped him turn his armor bright white
But he found it wasn't so nice
To do it with something like ice
There needed to be someone else, yes another
He would find a new spell and make his armor his lover
Hail dear Shamoke
Always ready to poke!
Hail dear Shamoke
He's no need to choke!
With his lady armor
He's always hard inside her!
Shamoke went a search for far and wide
To make his armor ask to it put inside
To bring sentience to his lover's grasp
He wanted to hear her breathless gasp
But our dear Shamoke, he was the best
With patience and virtue he ended his quest
He asked "Now that your living how do I address?"
"Names do not matter" she said with a caress
*sings* Hail dear Shamoke
Always ready to poke!
Hail dear Shamoke
He's no need to choke!
With his lady armor
He's always hard inside her!
But now to all of you who nay say
About how he and his armor always make hay
He found the spell to give her a voice
She willingly says that this is her choice
So raise up your drinks and give a good cheer
For the elf and the armor together for many a year
The couple withstood the trials of time
His count of new lovers is far less than mine
Hail dear Shamoke
Always ready to poke!
Hail dear Shamoke
He's no need to choke!
With his lady armor
He's always hard inside her!
Penned by the great bard Annie Kenner, pass it round!
