Once upon a midnight dreary, while i ef fived, weak and weary,
over many a quaint and curious thread of porn galore,
While i lubed, slowly fapping, suddenly there came a trapping
and of some meme rapping, rapping for an hour or more
Tis a troll i muttered, trolling at my porn galore,
Only this, and nothing more.

Ahh distinctly I remember it was in the bleak december,
and each separate dying thread wrought its ghost upon 404
eagerly i wished the morrow, vainly i wanted epic to borrow
from my threads of surcease sorrow, sorrow for epic galore
for the rare and radiant meme whom original content names are more
Nameless here, forever more

    And the Silken sad laden uncertain trap wrapped in a purple curtain
    thrilled me - filled me with fantastic ideas never felt before
    So that now, to still the beating of my penor, i stood repeating
    Tis Some troll entreating entrance to my porn galore,
    Tis Some troll entreating entrance to my porn galore
    A trap it is, and nothing more.

Presently my penor grew stronger, hesitating then no longer,
Sir said I, or Madam, truely your awesomeness i implore
but the silence was unbroken, the epicness gave no token
and the only word there spoken was the whispered word 'troll'
This I whispered, and an echo murmered back the word 'troll!'
Anon said this, and nothing more.

    Back into the kleenex box turning, all my fapping left me chaffed and burning
    soon again i started a fapping, somewhat more vigorous than before
    Surely said I, surely this is something i could never mattress,
    let me see then, what sweet is, and this mystery explore,
    let my fapping be still a moment and this mystery explore,
    Tis a trap! and nothing more

    Open here i flung my trousers, when with many a grunt and mutter
    in there stood a stately trap of the saintly days of yore
    Not the least obeisance was he, not a minute stopped or stayed he,
    but with mein of lord and lady, hung like a guy id seen in porn before
    perched with a bust of malice, i drooled enough to fill a challice
    hung and titted, and nothing more.

    Then this amazing creature beguiling my sad fancy into smiling
    by the light and stern decorum of the clothes it wore
    Though thy breast be large and perky thou, i said, are surely no woman
    Ghastly grim and very well hung wondering in from sex and more
    Tell me what thy lordly name so this fapping can be oh much more
    Quoth The Trap 'Nevermore'

    Much i marvelled this amazing creature to hear conversation so plainly,
    though her answer little meaning, little relevancy bore
    For we cannot help seeing, that here, a living human being
    ever yet was blessed with breasts above, and penor galore,
    woman or man no matter, its sculptured figure i did implore
    With such name as nevermore

    But the trap, standing fully erect with hardened bust spoke only
    that one word, as if his penor in that one word should my ass ignore
    nothing further he uttered, not a word was ever muttered
    till i scarecely moved than studdered ' other friends have cum before
    on the morrow she will leave me, as my exs have done before
    the trap grabbed my penor, and nothing more

    Startled at the smoothness of this person so well spoken
    doubtless said i, hand moisturiser you dont buy from stock at the store
    caught from some telemercial whom unmerciful advertise
    followed fast and followed faster, it touched my balls and then he bore
    your balls i love, and nothing more.

    Then, Methought, my breathing grew denser, perfume from an unseen censer
    swung by semen whose foot long to balls tinkled on the tufted floor
    WENCH! i cried ' thy PENIS hath lent thee - by these melons he endowed on thee
    respite - respite and nepenthe from the memories of porn galore!
    Queef! oh queef this kind of nepenthe, and forgot this porn galore!
    Quoth the Trap: nevermore.

    Prophet! said i, Thing of beauty, stiff still my hard like the devil
    whether tempter sent, or wether tempest tossed thee here some more,
    desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted,
    on this home by masturbation haunted, tell me truely, i implore!
    is there - is there lubrication in store??! tell me! tell me! i implore
    Quoth the trap, ' Nevermore '

    Be that word our sign of parting, man or chick, i shrieked upstanding,
    get thee back in front of me and the nights 4am porn galore!
    leave not me in my moment of extasy of the porn that you have spoken
    leave not me lonely and unbroken! dont quit till i blow my amore,
    take thy pen0s from my mouth and take it towards my backdoor!
    quoth the Trap, Nevermore.

And i f5'd, unrepentant, waiting for more of this porn galore,
on the phallic explosion from my phallus lands above my chamber door
and my eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming
and the lamp-light o'er myself streaming blows at my shadow on the floor
and my soul from out the shadow that lies sticky, on the floor,
Shall be kleenex'd, Nevermore!