(rhyming innuendo in iambic pentameter is horrible, so lower your expectations here a little bit, sorry!)
FOUR MIDGETS, ONE SIREN
a love sonnet
A pearl in a wilderness preserve,
a package tucked away in Land of Borders,
Where hungry creatures mount without reserve;
{It's broken if you go on (!) Doctor's Orders}.
Whenever in the locker room, I hope
I should encounter 'Wee' upon my chest;
or stalker, with a laser-vision scope;
I'll cram my pack with Bone of the Ancients
My night is never quite complete without
Your hard and giant head inside my box
And all the forum is abuzz about
Your legendary orange-beaming c*cks.
If you believe that farming is boring,
Take four of these, and call in the morning.