“To My Tofyof”

Mirrored from Sythyry.

To my Tofyof


Oh, you rilly ring my ringle

As we tringle and we tangle

And there’s nothing like your fingle

that can make my wongle dangle.



Oh, you surely shine my shingle,

Shock the sheets into a shangle

When we make a meaty mingle,

when we meet a making mangle.



When you try to touch my tingle

in post-adolescent angle …

You are such a little wingle …

Wearing nothing but a bangle …



—anonymous, but widely circulated among Hanijans who keep tofyofs.

“To My Tofyof”

Mirrored from Sythyry.

To my Tofyof


Oh, you rilly ring my ringle

As we tringle and we tangle

And there’s nothing like your fingle

that can make my wongle dangle.



Oh, you surely shine my shingle,

Shock the sheets into a shangle

When we make a meaty mingle,

when we meet a making mangle.



When you try to touch my tingle

in post-adolescent angle …

You are such a little wingle …

Wearing nothing but a bangle …



—anonymous, but widely circulated among Hanijans who keep tofyofs.