My unofficial Movie-Wave review of Predators is a poem. It's tittie bouncing funny!

Dangerous Gonads in the Treehouse of Power

Another old Predator named Xat
Was mongously purple and fat.
Most Predators, my lads,
Have fifty gonads,
And dangerous gonads at that!

Xat was fat, smelly, and coy -
By 'Tor standards, quite the sex toy.
Unusually too,
Xat had fifty-two,
And wasn't a girl nor a boy.

Xat lost two dingles last year -
A human crashed into his rear
And severed the stalks,
But surgeons, with caulks,
Stuck on a pair of new gear.

The moral, from adage is snatched.
Be sure that your species is matched.
A curious setup
Could blow your mind up.
Best count your dicks before they are latched.

> My unofficial Movie-Wave review of Predators is a poem. It's tittie
> bouncing funny!

> Dangerous Gonads in the Treehouse of Power

Southall, have you lost your mind? That's not a review of the music and it doesn't even make sense as a poem.

> My unofficial Movie-Wave review of Predators is a poem. It's tittie
> bouncing funny!

A disgusting and irrelevant poem. You should be ashamed of yourself.

(Message edited on Friday, July 16, 2010, at 12:19 p.m.)

That poem is funnier than anything the real Southall has ever put into his reviews. I say, leave it!

(besides, it represents the personality of Filmtracks.com perfectly)

Unfortunately that wasn't by me. Though I rather wish it had been.