Nonny

Twas a bright and sunny midnight

The mole was flying like a kite

The peace keepers in a fight

The rotten smell a sweet delight

 

Boy with violet vagina

He couldnt find a tea in china

A short major shot his minor

Straight to hell with his messiah

 

Densely stretched clouds awry

The ship sunk high into the sky

Lofty centre of hot ice pie

A sweet lemon salt whiskey rye

 

He rode along two skew a straight

He loved his hate of his fate

His foolish self a dinner plate

He was a separate mate

 

Boxing circles around the ring

Entrapment frees the soothing sting

The harps a loudly silence sing

bemoans the creepy mandolin

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