Once upon a time, a very long time ago, about last Friday,
While shitting I found an interesting book.
It was inadvertently left by a female individual
With whom - even earlier - I was having sexual intercourse.
The Book by its cover was decorated with a female mosquito,
And it taught fighting men. As I’m not very keen on most men,
I’d happily share three fundamental postulates of the fight:
Break his car - affect him at work - ridicule of his masculinity.
I remembered this event as a nice happening,
Because I realized that did not lose anything,
Just at the same time I was irrevocably lost for her.
Thaddeus Thierisch
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/martial-arts-in-the-loo/
