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An Ode To Ben. by Schmittavius The Third, Esquire. O wondrous Ben, why, why must you play with my heart? Muttering sweetly and spreading harmony where thine feet doth touch. You come and you dally, with those beneath you, Destined for much greater things. O darling Ben, why, why does my heart cry for your presence? Close enough to hear, to converse, to hear your wit, but forever to be apart. You are wise beyond your years, strong willed yet humble, Fated to calm the world. O witty Ben, why, why does my heart ache for your touch? Stable enough to listen, to talk to the most lowly, Humourous, sharp as a blade's edge, Destined to bring contentment to all. O omnipotent Ben, why, why do I now fear a banning? ~fini~ |
I did this one for an admin named Ben at Rum & Monkey because he's an incredibly nice and smart guy. I didn't want to make it too serious though, and I wanted to have just the right amount of sucking up.
