Hello new friend, my name is Fred. The words you hear are in my head. I say, I said my name is Fred, and I've been very... Naughty. The story I am about to tell, I tell you, I will tell you well, is of my dear love Barbara, and just how I've been... Naughty. On a lovely Sunday morning my tired eyes beheld, a girly girl, like girl she smelled. G-I-R-L, is what she spelled, and that's how I spell... Naughty. Barbara, my love was named. Her fair hair, a mane untamed, until one evening, I'm ashamed, I got a little... Naughty. The look upon my young love's face, was beautiful, divine, as sweet as lace, But in this particular case, I was never more... Naughty. But then my landlords did resume, to return me to my porcelain tomb, and ferry to a private room. Your hero, ever doughty. With love, Fred.
I tend to only speak in rhyme, although I don't, from time to time. But rhyming is no major crime, As long as I can be... Naughty.
Move my thread, so you say, These forums are so damn.. Hey, I'm out of here, another day, I'm off to go be... Naughty.