I wrote a ballad for Andrew Tate. You’re welcome.

The Hanson Collection

You’re most welcome, beloveds. Go forth into my lewdity.

Madelaine Hanson, 2024

The Ballad of Andrew The Chinless

Oh, gather thyself to thine clambering flame

The eve it grows long and the candle burns late

Spake not, little children, and I shall ye tell

The tale of a twice-nippled ne’er-do-well.

How knowst I of his nipples? This fool be a whore

Ne’er with a shirt or a sweater at all

He bosomed and breasted without a care

In tiny pink knickers; as all the world stared.

“Come hither, and sup

Sweet nectar divine

As I man spread

with my glistening thighs;

For bald is my head

Ass like a beachball

And beneath my hotpants

Be something most small.”

The vertically challenged, the foolish, the weak

All gathered close to hear this nude slattern speak;

“Be this not homo?” did a few…