I sought Master Oogway, I sought Miss Hemingway, Shall I shave my beard? Shall I get geared? "Lose it."- she answered, "No way in hell"- Oogway cried, Up to the judge then, Mr. Stark egged "Why not friend?" Attired for the leap, A triple blade in my grip, Lather to and fro well, A deep... Continue Reading →