The Foulish Poem by Mona Rene Riel

with the striking beauty of the young
at breast of mum, how their hearts had sung
with temptress did glow, was wayward and foulish
secretly snatched by those that were goulish

followed enchanted hearts in darkness and in light
remaining close but gone of their sight
12 diciples snatched pray for their singing hearts
the 1st was stinky knave of halloween farts

burps and bubbles with halloween tarts
brought to my lord in silver carts
into the ground his feet had sunk
man im telling you it really stunk

take some bats some sprig of sage too
the shoelace of a slightly tethered and worn shoe
bring the breathe of the winged salamander
we shall summon the cures of the great commander

on the arms of the bold by the way of ink
no proof of a snatching no legal link
the knave for those who have parted
caused by the ghoul who farted