Masons And Monkeys Options

[Steelshanks]

Marsche, Hobbit, Liche & Trout
and then there's the smallest Turbo Midget
One hit, two hit, three and four and five,
they're so frisky, so alive!!

Trout is my number one,
Always up for catapult fun!!
Always up for kicks and cuddles,
But he is somewhat slow in the battle!!
He stands alone sometimes to think,
From your skull or mine to have a drink

Liche is my number two,
Proud and handsome, I tell you!
He prances like a little pony,
and you know what? That's no baloney!!.
He guards your back from above
and when over a river, sometimes gives me a little shove.

That Fat Hobbit is my number three,
chubby, plump as hobbits should be.
Always cleaning, always cooking
He tries to run but his feet keep sticking.
He keeps on searching for a hand,
to scratch under his collar band.

Turbo Midget is my number four,
Always seeming smaller, more and more.
Loves to snack on lots of munchies,
Mason meat and Mason archer crunchies.
Begging, pleading, day and nights.
"DONT USE BAD RASCIST LANGUAGE OR ILL BAN YOU OUTRIGHT"

Mean old Marsche is my number five,
He jumps, rolls over, takes a dive.
Up my back, All round the fucking map!!,
Swinging his big hammer to squash me flat!!!!
I run and scream, "help me plz" Nobody seems to ever hear me,
With a nasty cackle and a overhead hit, He breaks my skull in one swift hit!

[Steelshanks]

Under her helmet, We wonder what secret lies.
She ain't cute or built to a model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies!
I say,
It's in the reach of her arms
The span of her hips,
The stride of her step,
The disdain of her lip.
I hear strange screams!
What could it be!?
We shall soon see!!

I rush into the gate
To investigate,
Good lads like she is going to emasculate!!!
I myself have wondered
What in her they see!.
They try so much
But they can't touch
Her inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
She is a devil women!!
Why cant they see!!!
Pussy whipping men, is what she does best,
The thought makes me quite stressed!

And to a man, its bad,
When she starts to sing
With my quarterstaff,
I shall soon laugh,
when i brake her back
With a mighty crack!
All those good men i see, most all down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
To hit and to hurt
My blood soon to spurt

What hope for me or for you?
What's left for us to do?
You made those lads fall to bits,
But this -- but this is for you.
So help me by Farmer, it's true!
You feminize men through and through! . . .
I hate you lootie i do!!!