Won't get the Bard up there, can't get me to try,
Looking down Nungate Tower, from a half-a-mile in the sky,
What's heady for some, is nothing for another
A bit of bungee jumping? said sibton, my Irish lover.
With condom rubbers attached to her shaking feet
Whatever possessed Mammar to take that leap,
She jumped into the AB future, the blink of an eye
Like a flash of tony's lightning, her life passed her by.
Now her thrill is over, hanging upside down in the air
She swallowed her pride and she did it for a dare,
Ready for more tiramisu, to the wail of the Tone Deafs,
She'll leave it to those MoFCers who don't fear death..