Stule,
the Soiling Buddha,
dreads dirty-di'per days.
No puerile pup,
Stule messes up
in"adult-lescent" ways.
His soul's a bod-
hisattiva's. But
his bod's sour creme brulees.
Lolita, light of my life... ...might fail to yell "Foil!"... ...or opt to yell "Epee!" -- she's just that unpredic...
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