Once upon a midnight dreary, while I gooned, weak and weary,
Over many pics of children I have got from Keffals' group—
While I fapped, nearly cumming, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone guntly pinging, pinging people on my 'cord.
"That is stupid," I said muted, "pinging people on my 'cord—
Prob'ly newbie playing fool"
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in No-Nut-November;
And each separate tagging forged an anger on my soul.
Eagerly I dm'd janny;—Xe told me it wasn't spammy
As we lost an egg of ours we referred to as "Lenore"—
She was rare and proud trans child whom our people named "Lenore"—
Whose pronounce were now was/were.
And the silken, sad, uncertain, rustling feel in each Discorder
Thrilled them—filled them with a disorder;
So that now, to stop the shaking, I stood up and start repeating
"This's falsenews spread by trolls—
Evil bigots spreading lulz;—
This it is and nothing more."
Presently the dread grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Xirs," said I, "The truth is open: truly your friend is now goner;
But the fact is I was fapping, so please stop your stupid spamming,
As I want to coom to porn, just please let me goon alone;
When we cry about her body"—After that I locked the #gen;—
"Now let's fap to some female."
When I returned to my fapping, I began to moan and thinking
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, as my semen was unloaden,
Since I fapped to pics of corpses, photos of deceased humans.
When I screamed, without a doubt, what a normal man would shout:
Lenore!
Merely this and nothing more.
