The Raven: /b/ Edition

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of antique porn,
While I nodded, nearly crapping, suddenly there came a slapping,
As of someone gently fapping, fapping at my chamber door
" 'Tis some /b/tard," I muttered, "fapping at my chamber door;
Only to Bridget, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each of my furfag porns spread across the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for my lost harbor,.
For my rare and radiantPENISwhom the angels name harbor,
Mongled here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrilled me---mongled me like I never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my meat, I stood WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYpeating," 'Tis some /b/tard fapping at my chamber door,
Some late /b/tard fapping at my chamber door. GTFO thy internet fag, and lurk more!"

Your resistance makes myPENISonly harder; hesitating then no longer, "Bosnian," said I, "or furfag, truly your rectum GEORGE ZIMMER will explore;
But the fact is, I was crapping, and so vigorously you came fapping, And so loudly you came slapping, slapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---a duck there, and nothing more.