definitely_not_imaami
When Smurfette was violated
She was deeply dissociated
A plan she formulated
Which no one anticipated
As she was walking home
She knew the day had come
For old boys to know
What they reap is what they sow
It hadn't been the first
But sure as fuck would be the last
When dusk had passed
She acted fast
And in the night
She swung her scythe
The wieners came off one by one
With a bag of dicks she made her run
To meet her friend, Gargamel
From the bag of wieners blue
They cooked a mighty stew
With magic powers they could use
To turn her into something new
Now Smurfette is his wife
They're in love and they're alright
The smurfs were nazi scum
Now they have no dicks and they're on the run
