i threw the baby on the fire
popped a tire with a wire
ran headlong through a patch of briars
and called a man a horrid liar
i dumped manure atop the friar
placed the cat within the dryer
severed the head of the old town cryer
and fifteen bastards did i sire
yet, still unquenched was my desire
and in my heart the malevolence lingers
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