Photo and poem by Pepsii Viper
There once was a old Indian chief name Steppenwolf
Who wanted to be a pirate
But alas to his horror his lady ship was sunk
In the passing of two nuns.
So he wipe his slates clean
And went a Viking he would go
But then the nuns appeared once more
And his long ship suffers another fatal blow.
So now he put his feet up
On the desk of the NYPD blues
Speaking of painted ladies and night time sins
Munching on donuts and sugar cubes.
Steppen Crescendo: (Saved Fri Dec 7 11:40:21 2012) mmm funny
