Look, I make poetry!
Look at me go!
It's so fun and easy.
One lighty
two lighty
dead lighty
blue lighty
I shall eat my dirt.
And burn my trees.
And your house while I am at it.
Perhaps an orphan or two.
Watch'em scream!

Second verse, not the same as the first!

I'm an ignorant airhead.
I can accept this.
Unlike certain people
With names that start with "Ail"
And end with "ori"
I'm magically delicious.
unlike anything you can cook up.
I make cakes, but instead of sugar
I add gravel
And a few chipped teeth.
Broken from the mouth of people
that don't like my Gods be damned poetry!

Third Verse, drrrr

I answer to your mother's name
Whatever that means
But I'm sure it's insulting.
Like your voice.
And your face!
Ha. I made a funny.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
I'm so witty.
I'll take your first born child.
Make them spin straw into gold.
Since I'm dirt poor.
Spin, dammit!



Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Chakros, in the year 209 MA.