\*\*\*\*A poem for the submissive of furries\*\*\*\*

Sticks and stones may break my bones  
but whips and chains exite me,  
tie me down and beat me up  
and don't forget to bite me,

Call a friend and all his mates,  
lets see how much that I can take,  
make me howl and make me quake  
I'm all yours make no mistake,