Foul flavor of vermin
Coated my nostrils like a seething hatred
The stench
Of bitch
Was more than a breeding body could understand

But our lives don't breathe
Do they Eloise
No
Some play by the knife
And Bubbo's scorn
And be on the knees of the never-been-born

Oh god!

How i hated that day of all days
At the end of the nights
Sovereign pink tights

Oooooooh!

You could split me in two
With a bean
With the edge of a blade
Of another nightshade
But I
But I cried out after all that i heard
No no no
Never a word from this Mortimer Snerd