Our Robert you see is all bluster
A mention of sex makes him fluster
To kill this poor thread
Deader than dead
Is a feat he just cannot muster.
His 'whatevers' are without luster
He cries, "Get out of here, Buster!"
But nobody listens
A tear surely glistens
For Rob, our own feather duster.
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Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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