Ode To A Victorian Corset Ode To A Victorian CorsetThose foolish Victorian womenBinding themselvesCrushing their ribs to please AdamAfter all, you can’t be beautifulIf you don’t crush your soul.We are SO much more enlightened today.We don’t wear corsets.We are Liberated!Which is why I find myself lying flat on my back on a Friday afternoon trying to pour myself into a pair of tight blue jeans.So that men will check out my ass.I’m so much more enlightened.A modern woman of the turn of the century.
Do Not Ger Me Diamonds Do Not Get Me DiamondsDo not get me diamondsOr gold or pearls or jewels.I have no need of fine silks or satins or lace.No leather shoes or designer labels.Perfume, I require none.For you dress me in finer things.The joy you give me sparkles moreThan any ice cold diamond could.The warmth you drape me in Caresses me more gently that any rough silk.I am more proud to have you by my sideThan anything from a fancy boutique.And your love is sweeter Than the stink of a heavy perfume.Do not get me diamonds.For the richest woman does not haveA wardrobe as fine as mine.For I am dressed in your love.
Forsaken The clanging of Evan Oakstaff’s armor echoed through the near empty halls of military command in Stormwind. It was the armor of a veteran of Ahn Qiraj and the Scourge Invasion. It was armor that had been to the bottom of Molten Core and the top of Blackwing Lair. It clanged as if to let anyone nearby know that one of the living heroes of Stormwind was walking past. He approached the General’s office and a gruff voice said, “Come in.” Evan went inside and saluted the General. “Sit down,” the General said, “I assume you’ve read the intelligence report?”
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