Submitted by Milotheshort on Sat, 03/11/2006 - 07:03.
His girth is wide
His balding head lacks hair like silk
He shares no time honored galkan pride
To bad no one weened him off of mother's milk
In subligar his fashion sense he'll strut,
His crack only covered by the length of a poll-arm,
These indignities we suffer from seeing his huge old butt.
Devilish nightmares cause us our Mental Harm
Windurst is where he plots this villainous treason.
A smelly galka by the name of Maior
A galkan thong isn't right no matter what season.
He was MPKed that fateful day in Virtra's Lair
For this you see no one will pine
A Scantily clad Galka will always cross the line!