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**contaiNz c o l o u r f u l language, a sentence that might disturb some, and a n t i - r e l e n a content. You've been warned.
Farked-up relena Paints the Shed
When farked-up relena painted the shed,
She didn't use ordinary paint.
Instead…
She mixed a brew in the kitchen sink
Using tomato sauce and ugly pink ink.
She threw in another pink and made the sink stink,
And a handful of glitter, all colours of grotesque pink.
Then she melted down crayons and mixed them all in
With a dollop of something too sickening for me to put in.
"You have to have just the right colours," she said,
"before you can paint a shed."
When farked-up relena painted the shed,
She didn't use regular brushes.
Instead…
She piled a stack of assorted things-
Straw, some floppy old pubic hair strings,
A feather which a pigeon dropped on the floor,
(and some hair the dead cat didn't need anymore).
Then tied it all up in a wiggly bunch
With some strands of spaghetti leftover from lunch.
"A sensible brush is important," she said,
"if you're going to paint a shed."
When farked-up relena painted the shed,
She didn't wear workaday clothes.
Instead…
She dolled herself up in her mini set best –
A polka-dot blouse and a horrible pink vest,
A hand-me-down skirt which didn't quite fit,
A pair of old socks which smelled quite a bit,
Boots that she stole from Heero, yes, we know she's a cheapass slop,
And a hat with a bunch of atrocious pink ribbons on top.
"Appearances are important," she said,
"when you're going to paint a shed."
When farked-up relena painted the shed
She didn't make orderly patterns,
Instead…
She began at the bottom with things of pink shit,
When the crazy pacifist saw this, her eyes brightly, did lit.
She added a wobbly wiggle of white,
And a rainbow that could never turn out right.
Sooner or later, she added a couple portrait of pink and red,
The other was Heero, who would rather be dead.
"It always pays to dream," she said,
"when it come to painting a shed."
When farked-up relena painted the shed,
She didn't just paint the walls.
Instead…
She climbed on the roof while clutching the tin,
And called out for Heero with deafening din.
(and the cat, which was running like crazy saying meow,
was stabbed in the back, and died with a yeow.)
But the roof was so rusty she started to slide,
So she had to stretch out and hold onto the side.
"HEERO! HEERO!" she cried in try,
Though we all know noone could never be bothered to come by.
When farked-up relena died on the shed,
She wasn't properly.
Instead…
Her body was left, and for the rats she generously fed.
This she did, relena who died on the shed.
With her death, the galaxies did rejoice,
Cry in joy did her brother, his eyes are still, I believe, quite moist.
It's midnight right now my friend,
And, thus, my liveliness is starting to end.
So goodbye anti-relena one,
For this is done.
So, watCha finKZ? I waZ reL bored. sO ya. nEwayZ. reAL sleEPy noWZ sO nite. btW, iF u happen 2 waNnA flAMe mE, follow ur idOl's exAMplE anD bE frIgGin' opeNminDeD. It"S noT like ebRY1 luvZ heR u nOe. anD iF I haPpEn 2 b dA onLI anti-RelEna person, weLl., least I'm UniQue. sO rELenA fanZ hU R readINkZ diZ, gO geT a fArkIn' gRiP.
Bonne nuit.