I would rather be eaten by a fish
Then served in a five star dish
Than take up a ladle with you
And end up in some crazy stew.
So I mean it as nice as I can
Stop giving me hell please, dear man
I would rather be beaten by elves
Attacking from tops of the shelves
Than sit back and taste the decay
As you conjecture confections of hate
Return neath the stone where you climbed
And I won't assault thee with rhymes.
Ally
