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The green one walks over to his love,

He does,

And decides that today is going to announce it to all,

He is.



Light sabre in hand, fantasises, does he,

About the things to his love that could be,

Never before seen such a beautiful face,

Something inside the beauty made Yoda disgrace,

As he felt it was too good, for him is.



Jedi Masters fall in love, do not,

Need to be selfless, love selfish, is it not?

By R2's side marches, does he,

And looks to tell his love his love will always be.

Should he really go after Young Anakin's love?

Surely such an action would be not from above,

But from the side of darkness?



'Am evil I going?'

Contemplated the Master.

His old knees became weak and he hadn't even asked her,

If a night in his chambers would she,

Spend and tie him up dressed in PVC.



Hobbling over to the beauty,

Opens his mouth does he,

And just as words were about to leave his gaping mouth,

Young Anakin comes over and without hesitation,

Kisses his wife does he.

'Oh well - back to masterbation'

Thinks Master Yoda,

As he turns around,

He never told her,

All the things wanted to did not he.



Yes the sexy little bastard wandered off alone,

Did he.

Unwanted, unloved - a Master is, see.



Let the moral of this story be,

That you either use your light sabre,

To fight for love - or remain heart broken or torn.

Or better still -

Stick to the tissues and porn!