poem: the first date of randy and mr. big

[cimorene]

i've been asked to record for posterity this little poem that i wrote in honour of randwise_gamgee finally finding a gay boy to date and getting laid, even though he lives in hicksville:

twas a couple of days after new year's, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for randy, who was typing, but Cock was still asleep.

it may leave something to be desired in a lot of areas, but it definitely captured the moment, anyway.