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Malkuthian Limericks

There’s a grand malkuthian crime

And it was that the limerick didn’t rhyme

Myrdo went off his tree

Killed one, two, maybe three

Now writers are scared into mime.

The Utopian cook did bake a pie

When served the customer found a fly

They sent back the plate

And was very irate

Now the Cook at Utopia must die

Malkuth couples are full of passion

In Goshen they also adhere to fashion

Colours Blue and green

must never be seen

Or the wearer will find no compassion.

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