Submitted by Milotheshort on Sat, 03/11/2006 - 07:03.
     His girth is wide
 His balding head lacks hair like silk
 He shares no time honored galkan pride
 To bad no one weened him off of mother's milk
 In subligar his fashion sense he'll strut,
 His crack only covered by the length of a poll-arm,
 These indignities we suffer from seeing his huge old butt.
 Devilish nightmares cause us our Mental Harm
 Windurst is where he plots this villainous treason.
 A smelly galka by the name of Maior
 A galkan thong isn't right no matter what season.
 He was MPKed that fateful day in Virtra's Lair
 For this you see no one will pine
 A Scantily clad Galka will always cross the line!