There once was a God incarnated
who decided that life was ill-fated.
By living this goof,
and dying as proof,
his bloodlusting mindset was sated.
There once was a man from Green Falls
who was tortured by giant blue balls.
He used ice to shrink them
(in fact an ice rink) and
calls of “Flood!” came to City Hall.
An artist I know’s mediocre.
He’s sold himself many times over.
His work lacks all verve,
and having no nerve,
he scurries for corporate cover.