Dear, Poe. I Try.

1. Emulate your services. What you deserve is this: a pretty lil bit, that you can hitty hit trip, until you whiz it--straight wit yo bizitch--Yes, this is how we hit it: not too many are worthy, but you gotta get what you gotta hit--Hey, you still got your limits though: pretty face with that muscular taste. Really now, I ain't no cow--I wanna get it started ri-ri-ri-right now. Cum on, I'm tellin' you how--to roll it like there's dough in it--Thinkin' that you're jus gettin' started to fire it all up in this heat. Cum or jus give it to me--like you jus came over here to OOooo me, under the blue evening, and back it up into that morning. Cum on--we both severely horny--cum on and don't make me scorn thee.

2. Party like a rock, n roll, down a hill. Stumble upon a wank that's dank. Then we strike that real deal. Glorious day, harrowing night--life's light is so bright, making so many want to fight. Ah, but it's light--much faster than the fools--a runnin' away--day is day and it sure as the hellish sun won't be playin' no games.

3. Umbrella tiptoes the poppies in tha glistening field. In a crazy milk pool, then down the rabbit--I know it's hard, but try not to drool. Riddle fools--sayin' youz a tool--how hard to believe simple rules. Running into wall, mos def time to drop yo drawers. W***e, w***e, j'adore. Implore more rewards?

4. Roll up, ding dong. Cum on n sing a song. I don't want no fat burrito, all I wanna do is eat chya. I warned you--don't make me beat chya. Gettin' down real quick wit tha freaks that ain't got no leaks--in their game--oh those suckas trapped playin' that fool's ball--cuz they don't have balls--reeking havoc, gimme tha real ham hock--I don't be playin' wit no limp sock. If you like, ugh please her--Ooo cum on and let me meet chya. Yup, yup--I wonder which way I'll have to treat ya. Everything will be sqeakin', right after we be greetin'. I'm dealin' wit no teasin'. No f****n' in tha gee-rage--pointy objects, not my massage. Cum now, tell me how. Crash on, not off. Lemme help ya wit my mouth--ah, but disrespect n I will crouch. Crouch upon you n you'll soon be CAULKED like you wish you were only bein' stalked, haha you can barely walk--while I talk, talk, talk, and walk it out, out, out. Fools--Get off tha ground! Haha--before we or I pound, pound, pound.