I regret to see that Mrs. Rambo is not on the list. She tickles my funny glands. Everytime. And no contemptible writer. A sample:
Hearken to me, on a speedboat of love, ride my waves, shelter my storms and land on the shores of my thighs. Enter my cave. Oh indeed. Come rest with me, on a bed of potpourri and scattered rose petals. The heat of our loins shall endure the coming cold winter nights. But never foul your mouth with depravities, certainly not when aimed at my precious sisters. Coy deceiver why must thou hide in dark chambers? Step into the light and allow the world to marvel at your beauty.