An Exercise in Vulgarity
I was chatting in Voodoo Chat when my friend Andi decided to leave the computer for a bit. But before she left, she warned her fellow chatters to “not molest me while I’m gone.” I assured her that no one will do such a thing, but I might end up reciting a vulgar poem about her breasts. She then proceeded to challenge me to come up with something by the time she returned.
And I did.
