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[Roger]

Six more arms than his lover Quintus.

[Roger]

But if he was ever asked to make a choice≤ to pick,

[Roger]

It would be Rufio Quintus would much rather lick.

[Preston, Moderator]

Oh my! Oh My! That is slick.

[Preston, Moderator]

Do you mean his ass or dick?

[Preston, Moderator]

Oh never mind either will do,

[Preston, Moderator]

Just so long as the books continue!

[Roger]

Rufio may be long of limb and lean

[Roger]

But on gladiators he just isn't keen.

[Roger]

That's a shame, it would've been better to be keener

[Roger]

Because in the next book he'll end up in the arena.

[Roger]

Never fear, Quintus will ensure he gets his farina

[Roger]

To keep up his strength and say prayers to Athena.

[Preston, Moderator]

Next book? there'll be one?

[Preston, Moderator]

Will it star my honey bun?

[Preston, Moderator]

Did you hear this from someone you know—

[Preston, Moderator]

That it would star my darling Rufio?

[Preston, Moderator]

Was this ex officio?

[Preston, Moderator]

Or ex silentio?

[Preston, Moderator]

Perhaps on the radio?

[Preston, Moderator]

Proclaiming the return of Rufio?

[Preston, Moderator]

I know how, you've the poetic monopoly

[Preston, Moderator]

of secrets from the Zack duopoly !

[Roger]

It's getting more complicated, is Rufio's life

[Roger]

Especially when Quintus acquires a wife.

[Roger]

But Quintus would rather a rap on his patella

[Roger]

Than be forced to marry Vipsania Metella.

[Roger]

But luckily for the boys and Rufio's golden curls,

[Roger]

It turns out dear old Vipsania's more into girls.

[Preston, Moderator]

How dare you say Rufio's golden curls?

[Preston, Moderator]

At the very thought of it Quintus hurls.

[Preston, Moderator]

into the vomitorium,

[Preston, Moderator]

grieving in memoriam

[Preston, Moderator]

of the lost curls of red

[Preston, Moderator]

the author shed from Rufio's head.

[Roger]

It really is all right,

[Roger]

Rufio's color changes with the light.

[Roger]

Take him outside during the day

[Roger]

And you will see that he's okay,

[Roger]

Before you can say, "Get in bed"

[Roger]

Rufio's curls wil be glowing red.

[Preston, Moderator]

Get into bed or down on your knees,

[Preston, Moderator]

Red Rufio is so easy to please.

[Preston, Moderator]

You know that lad who stands on his head?

[Preston, Moderator]

I went to your garden and painted him red.

[Roger]

I know the one, he's the lad out back

[Roger]

Whose hair used to be a cap of black.

[Roger]

But what hast thou done, O Varlet,

[Roger]

To have painted his butt bright scarlet?

[Preston, Moderator]

I must be direct and frank,