Orange Rhyme

there once was a boring, foreign, mormon, who for years held a mortgage with tabitha soren & when their forage for orange porridge brought them to an orphanage, they kicked down the door by busting the door-hinge & while the chorus of whore-hens that were out for revenge, led the two angry sponges to pillage the den, the bondage-brained brethren who were dreaming of blorenge, got off their ass after lounging out on the score bench, & demanding the tronage that they felt was owed them, they choked the mormon & soren with stonehenge sized sausages, then they chopped them all up in itsy-bitsy pieces & stuffed them in their luggage before setting out for egypt.