Disclaimer: Draco and Harry belong to JK Rowling. The style of this belongs
to Dr. Suess. Blame the rest on lack of anything productive to do in study
hall.
Author's Note: Er - yes, well, our muses are being rather prattish at the moment, which is why EXPOSED! hasn't been updated. But, fortunately, one of the IMPS mind refuses to pull itself out of the metaphorical gutter, which is why we are botching a children's book. Enjoy.
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Green Eggs and...Shagging?
"Come on," said Draco with a smirk,
"Come on, and I'll do all the work.
Will you shag me on a train?
Will you shag me in the rain?"
"I will not shag you on the train,
I will not shag you in the rain!
I will not shag you anywhere,
I won't because I'm not a queer!"
Then Draco grew a bit aloof.
He said, "We all know your a pouf.
You can't maintain this saintly farce,
For you have far too nice an arse.
Now will you shag me in the hall?
Will you shag me up against the wall?"
"I will NOT shag you in the hall,
I will NOT shag you against the wall.
I will NOT shag you here or there,
I will NOT shag you anywhere!"
Draco begged, "Please be my bitch?"
And laughed as little-Harry twitched.
"I'll let you shag me on a broom,
I'll let you shag me in your room.
I'll let you get me drunk on rum -
I'll even take it up the bum!"
Then Harry thought, I can indulge....
And glanced at Draco's wand-sized buldge.
He's giving me all that he's got -
We might as well give this a shot.
"FINE! I'll shag you on the train,
And I will shag you in the rain,
And I will shag you in the hall,
And I'll shag you up against the wall,
And I will shag you on a broom,
And I will shag you in my room.
I will get you drunk on rum,
And I will shag you up the bum."
Then Draco growled, though not with rage:
"Let's let the snake out of the cage."
He grabbed Harry by the hips,
And tickled Harry with his lips.
From then on, no one can say,
Except that they shagged every day.
The moral of this story, friends,
Is not of Harry's fit back end.
It concerns a horney Draco, vexed,
And, of course, the hot boy-sex.
Author's Note: Er - yes, well, our muses are being rather prattish at the moment, which is why EXPOSED! hasn't been updated. But, fortunately, one of the IMPS mind refuses to pull itself out of the metaphorical gutter, which is why we are botching a children's book. Enjoy.
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Green Eggs and...Shagging?
"Come on," said Draco with a smirk,
"Come on, and I'll do all the work.
Will you shag me on a train?
Will you shag me in the rain?"
"I will not shag you on the train,
I will not shag you in the rain!
I will not shag you anywhere,
I won't because I'm not a queer!"
Then Draco grew a bit aloof.
He said, "We all know your a pouf.
You can't maintain this saintly farce,
For you have far too nice an arse.
Now will you shag me in the hall?
Will you shag me up against the wall?"
"I will NOT shag you in the hall,
I will NOT shag you against the wall.
I will NOT shag you here or there,
I will NOT shag you anywhere!"
Draco begged, "Please be my bitch?"
And laughed as little-Harry twitched.
"I'll let you shag me on a broom,
I'll let you shag me in your room.
I'll let you get me drunk on rum -
I'll even take it up the bum!"
Then Harry thought, I can indulge....
And glanced at Draco's wand-sized buldge.
He's giving me all that he's got -
We might as well give this a shot.
"FINE! I'll shag you on the train,
And I will shag you in the rain,
And I will shag you in the hall,
And I'll shag you up against the wall,
And I will shag you on a broom,
And I will shag you in my room.
I will get you drunk on rum,
And I will shag you up the bum."
Then Draco growled, though not with rage:
"Let's let the snake out of the cage."
He grabbed Harry by the hips,
And tickled Harry with his lips.
From then on, no one can say,
Except that they shagged every day.
The moral of this story, friends,
Is not of Harry's fit back end.
It concerns a horney Draco, vexed,
And, of course, the hot boy-sex.