Your black skin so scaly

It makes my heart achy

When you screech like a dying llama. Peircings all up your nose

I'd like to get my hands on those

Clammy wrinkled biceps. Those misshapen ears

Bring me to tears

I whisper, "bhub-hosh, skai!" So Orc Number Seventeen

Let's go out for ice cream

Before Legolas shoots you in the face. Nya!