I lost my virginity
The day I learned Samus Aran
Was really a woman.
Her red chrome mask,
Protecting the face of an angelic prostitute,
Slipped off
And I nearly lost my load.
Justin Bailey sat in the corner,
As I mounted the bounty hunter
From a galaxy far far away.
He kept one hand on his cigarette,
The other wrapped around his c**k—
Images of a pristine Princess Toadstool
Paraded through his memory.
The way she was before she lost her cherry
And became just another Peach.
Zelda was too uptight for my liking.
If she had hidden the tri-force
In the warm, moist crevices of her inner thigh
Ganondorf would never find it.
Give me Impa any day.
I like it when they have experience
Because she’s the kind of b***h
Who’d whip my a*s
Before f*****g my brains out.