From ghostly days in Spooktober to ripen trees in Nut November,
trees grow stiff and nuts grow wild, but five bucks will be worth the while.
As I walk through the woods, men who failed to traps are stood,
Ashamed of how they failed their own task.
But, my friend, you are so wild! You’ll fall not in these whimsy trials.
The Succubus calls through the bushes, “Come and give your nut to me!”
But then you see that nut you must not, and turn and say “Begone, thot.”
Surely, now you’ve come this far, you won’t come and then again?
But now that most men have been lost, they set traps of hentai amist the mud.
“Oh, how glorious curves…” You say. You whip out your nutcracker, but…
Wait, what’s this? Erectile Dysfunction? Only 4 weeks and is this my destiny’s junction?
You have two choices: To nut or not to nut. But one more day mustn’t hurt?
So there you are, and come December, you beat your meat, and destroy your dick.
But was it worth that measly five bucks? Four weeks of barren trees in the forest?
Clinical dysfunctions from an evil witch? Well, hell yeah it was worth it! I got a McChicken sandwich.