For once there was a brave and wholesome warrior, who went by the tag of Moe, and lo, were his deeds great and mighty, and songs were sung throughout the land. Wherever he did go fair damsels did throw their chastity belts skyward, saying, "harken unto me, fair Moe, and plant thy crops in my soil." But lo, Moe was a virtuous man, and no maiden did he harken unto unless they were found to be wholesome and sound of body, rosy of cheeks, and hygienically capable. And thus did Moe wander the land, harkening hither and yon, of all the hygienic maidens he found therein. And when his crops were planted, away he would go, into the Desert of Truth, to fulfill his destiny foretold by the great and mighty McNugget of Foretelling, which spoke to him in a dream, and harkened unto his leg, which Moe found most uncomfortable and awkward, and did not listen to all that was said. And verily did Moe venture forth, and came upon a stream, whose water was sweet, and cold, and snowy white, and thusly did he say aye, this is cold water, my nipples harden verily, and then there was a tiger, and so on....

And next do we continue ?

Shh , the woods they whisper ...."Moe, Moe , where is your Flow , is it with your Mojo perhaps .. and Yo ."
For the Moe was known to speak a hundred languages and yet sometimes to the moderators it seemed more .For he did jive wit da kiny bro and Once I think I even heard him speak in the fourth person .

Yes, Kismit, we shall continue on, and sing the songs that were sung while Moe was singing in the woods, near the stream, while in the fourth dimension...

hahaha
*dies laughing*

that was great snuffy!

I shan't add to the Ode, for i cannot write as well...but you keep it up! lol