I'm sorry, but this calls for:
The Ballad of Yang the Nauseating
by Robert Coulson (ca. 1975)
Now, all the SCA members are fearless and bold,
And used to the tournament's clang.
But of all of these hearties the toughest by far
Is the one whose cognomen is Yang.
He can hew you in two with a broadsword, or else
Slit your gizzard before you can stir.
And when you are dead he'll compose a new song,
Telling what a fine fellow you were.
Peaceloving Mongolians all flock to Yang's gang,
As he leads swiftly to the attack;
Though I often have wondered how swiftly you go,
When you're riding a ten-year-old yak.
The maidens who savor the spices of love,
Of which troubadors gaily sang,
All agree that the ultimate flavor of love,
Is known as the Yang gang bang tang.
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
The Ballad of Yang the Nauseating
by Robert Coulson (ca. 1975)
Now, all the SCA members are fearless and bold,
And used to the tournament's clang.
But of all of these hearties the toughest by far
Is the one whose cognomen is Yang.
He can hew you in two with a broadsword, or else
Slit your gizzard before you can stir.
And when you are dead he'll compose a new song,
Telling what a fine fellow you were.
Peaceloving Mongolians all flock to Yang's gang,
As he leads swiftly to the attack;
Though I often have wondered how swiftly you go,
When you're riding a ten-year-old yak.
The maidens who savor the spices of love,
Of which troubadors gaily sang,
All agree that the ultimate flavor of love,
Is known as the Yang gang bang tang.
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.