- Joined
- Jun 29, 2009
- Messages
- 6,759
This poem is dedicated to my beloved Hive Workshop son, David. May Cupid smile upon your lovely skeletal face.

I found you there, in a hell pit in the realm of Mad King's,
Wounded and scared, from a horrible life filled with bad things,
With father gene prepared, I took your lovely skull under dad's wings,
The others wouldn't stop stare, but I kept on ignoring their mocking chat strings.
Ignited with true father love, Cupid's arrow had hit me hardly,
Mad King would be rather above, when I entered his evil party,
Pay-back for parenting with harsher stuff, teaching him to be hearty,
Making sure that Santa's team were masters of being awesome and arty.
And soon your skeletal appearance was accepted by my friends,
With all of their skeptical interference gone, you became one who attends,
However I notice a bestial incoherence, and now might be when a father's bond ends,
Because you came to a sexual clearance, that you was in love with Bernkastel and I comprehend.