9/16/2025

9/16/2025 4:48 PM

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Sing, O Muse, to all the lads and lasses Of the Great Harper's proclivity for shoving frogs up asses It is said that the vile Titus Andronicus Committed rapes, arson, and murder A parasite like Tetranychidae Panonychus In sooth he is like Caligula, his spiritual sucessor But even Shakespeare could not possibly dream Of something that would make even grown men scream And that is of course, shoving frogs in butts To be stored, and later eaten by mutts So the truth is I can't answer your question I'm already taking liberties in this biz As my rhymes are sloppy and giving me congestion That's why I won't lie I don't know what it's like to not shove frogs up asses So I'll take my adieu And sit next to my frog-pond and cry. I may be just a simple Harper who can't rhyme very well But one thing's for sure, I'm not a larper! And on this site, I will continue to dwell