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.
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