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.

Comments

[ajodasso.livejournal.com]

The poor butler will be heartbroken.

[jennaria.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, he'll be a professional about it, I'm sure. :)

[pickledixy.livejournal.com]

Pembroke! I'll send him back to Cim First Class!

[parkerwolf.livejournal.com]

But of course.

[pickledixy.livejournal.com]

Um.... That was me. Forgot to log him out. Ignore me.

[jennaria.livejournal.com]

Aw, shucks. And here I was hoping that we had a visitation. ;)

[cimness.livejournal.com]

ahhaha. PEMBROKE? IS THAT YOU?

[cimness.livejournal.com]

wow, it's been so long... what if he's forgotten how to buttle?

[cimness.livejournal.com]

but at least i won't have to keep getting my own bloody tea.