I wrote this on a whim. So here, I figure it had a place here amongst
the rest...

Little Count Sorner
Sat in a corner
Counting the ways one dies
"There's drowning and frying
and falling while flying
and being eaten by flies.
Then there's ways of killing
and delightful blood spilling
That tingles me down to my veins,"
But whilst he was musing
on deathly inducing
His wife hacked a hole in his brains.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Ios, in the year 133 MA.