Little hoorhouse of RAoR

Dear Mr. Robert Thomas Pattinson,
There is a whole RaoR-world full of lovers here
Whose Roblove is so pure and totally self-less
We would gladly use and abuse you, dear
And fuck you till you’re still and senseless!
But should you wish to retain your sanity
Or rest your Robroger or Robjohn
We can bring out the heavy fuck-artillery
- Our Energiser-batteried vibrating horn!]
This is how we save the world, my dears –
All Pattin-sluts and pervs and assorted queers,
We will unite in the bonds of solidarity and trust
To fill the world with love and sex and lust!
We will mount all our varied charges and steeds
And go carry out courageous and heroic deeds,
Like grabbing every man of suitable age
To have, to hold, to devour and to ravage!
Till every single one of them is fucked dry
And they sing Rob-praises to the sky!
For who is their sole benefactor and enabling patron
Who’s making a hoor and skank of each maid and matron?
None but that pandemic and beautifully allergic person:
The dazzling incarnation of Eros in Robert Thomas Pattinson!
(24/12/09 @ 7.40 pm, NZ time)