"And lastly but not leastly, my Muses. Ladies. You know I'd fuck every single one of you so don't take it personally. I'll start it off slow.
The graceful and gentle nine Muses Have faces nobody refuses But if one of those misters Cross one of those sisters He’ll wake up all covered in bruises
AND ON THAT NOTE
The Tragedy muse Melpomene Looked radiant in a bikini It was doubly tragic To ruin the magic When it slipped and revealed her weenie
Urania likes to see the stars She talks about Neptune and Mars But when it comes to Venus She likes a big penis And taking it right up the ars... arse. Ass. YOU GET THE RHYME.
The Muses of history and dance Can send people into a trance One moves like a whore And the other’s a bore But escaping their pull, there’s no chance
The musical beauty Euterpe Had tits so amazingly perky She’d lure men to bed But they’d itch and go red Oh shit, she’d given them herpes
THE END. THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT."
He gave a big bow, holding his hands up for applause.