Lyrical Chaos: Salome Strangelove
(I’m not tying all this out from one to twelve for the four of you that still get a giggle from this — the twelfth day gives you the rest of the song. For the record, Lyndon never had any idea what 90% of these things referred to; he just sang what we gave him to sing.)
On the twelfth day of SL Chistmas my Partner rezzed for me:
Twelve fashionistas fighting
Eleven furries yiffing
Ten vamps a-biting
Nine tinies dancing
Eight neckos necking
Seven FICs a-FICing
Six punks a-steaming
Five blinging rings
Four slaves of Gor
Three pose balls
Two full perm prims
And a fully scripted Xcite e-peen