It was a hot summer day, in moss filled field
when Genges met Fewis.
With their nobles steeds and their worriers beads,
they were intent on the death of Sir Lewis.
One an explorer, tall and aged,
he had the wonders of the western world.
The other a warrior, furred and ready,
he bought the riches of Mother of Pearl.
Both set out with the same intent,
but never banked on meeting some broads.
The philly's were loose and offered many temptations,
that neither man could de-fraud.
They were drawn to a lair stooped in gold,
where the broads set about their way.
Confusing the gents and giving double vision,
with their cunning cocktail of K.
As they slipped deeper in, the seduction was rife,
and the warrior was failed and shook.
But as the philly's played tennis, he finally came to,
sat down and settled for a book.
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