Well it's not graphics or artwork but this seems like the best section.
I've come here to bring you some truly amazing poetry!
Best. Poetry. Ever. By the Phizzy
Once upon this time, there were a many children dancing,
Far between the lesbians then just were moving, prancing.
Then the guy of morrowmoore went swiftly on the tube,
For later that day there was a gay who tried to sniff a pube.
The man came forth and raped by north while trying to eat his chicken.
Among the lands of mayweather was where he put his dick in.
Though south begun my tale, soon to north it go,
For all the dames in Rochester were picking up my ho.
Amidst the hustle comes now forth a shiney mongrel beast,
Who eats the dames before they even started up their feast.
So now we go to France, where the Temprin fam'ly lay,
For that is where the dames found their saviour of clay.
And with the clay they hit a gay, whose lands had since been reaped,
Of corn and diarrhoea, too, for daft old men are heaped.
But we can't forget those ladies of which had few penises,
And while they did, we ran and hid, else we something amisses.
I can't believe it happened on that most fateful of days,
For when else could they have found the bucket full of gays?
Are we to stop, or laugh, or cry, for now the morning broke?
No, I cry, 'we wish to fly!' just as the brocolli spoke.
We're led within, into the brine, before our hearts are taken,
As never yet our minds will wet, and stuff like that is spaken.
I do not like to ramble on, though I am doing so now.
So I shall leave and grunt and heave, as I make merry sport of a sow.