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My names Stefan :) I’m currently a 16 year old male, if you want to get to know me or just chat :) in normally in the Village,.

A poemsongrapthing by me and Keckers

Oh sexy Panda, give me a BBQ pineapple fritter for my lunch
Oh Sexy Keckers here’s your BBQ pineapple fritter for your lunch

Mmm yum that baby is fab, Ooh Panda come here and give me a stab
Mmm yes that baby is fab, fab like the spag, oh Keckers would you please

~ Stop with the fags, the fags and the bags, because I’m all over
With a handfull of rags, we’ll covert the slags, the lads will be glad,
our pants will be gold clad.

They would be gold leaf, they would be airy and antibacterial
Mmm Panda bring me a sander, I got a few orders and I don’t want to meander

People of the world hold hands, start a love train, love train.
Oh the Train that gains, gains yet restrains, because loves such banter

With pineapples in our eyes we will fly to the skies, Leopold and Marjory shall existentialise.
With a handful of rags and many to shag, Jazzy shall materialise.

~ Stop with the fags, the fags and the bags, because I’m all over
With a handful of rags, we’ll covert the slags, the lads will be glad,
our pants will be gold clad.

So I wanna play a game, a game for the fame.
Fame without shame, ’cause shame is to blame.

If we could play a game we could turn ourselves into rain,
We would drip and drop from above just like the excrement of a dove.

We would soak into ground just like the astounding sound,
from around the bound, ‘cause that’s what I found.

I found that pound, turned it into a pound.
After dropping that flipper, I hired my stripper.

Stripper had no pole, she was like a fish without her shoal,
No doubt the girl had a soul, and a fish with a bowl.

The stripper was a slag, a slag with no bag.
Oh panda your sexy, oh Keckers would you please~

~Stop with the fags, the fags and the bags, because I’m all over
With a handful of rags, we’ll covert the slags, the lads will be glad,
our pants will be gold clad.

So your name should be Vlad, Vlad cause he’s bad.
So bad that he’s mad, because he lost his dad.

He was nobodies daddy he hadn’t a clue,
What he was to do, he spent his time licking that super-glue.

The glue gave him flu, it spread round the town,
And now the town, always gives him a frown.

So looking straight down, he made some vows,
Vows that would make, any man bow.

A bow for now, he waved goodbye,
because the stripper was a slag,
and he was without a bag.

~ Stop with the fags, the fags and the bags, because i’m all over
With a handful of rags, we’ll covert the slags, the lads will be glad,
our pants will be gold clad.

So I miss my fags, the fags and the bag,
Without this addiction, I no longer feel the friction.
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