An ominous ogre lived by the sea
Using his night vision hunted did he
With gagged edge razor blade
Dinner he made
Killing a lamb on a sheepish sheep raid
With growl and snort he gulped it all down
but careful to chew lest it fall to the ground
Purloining a pint of pale ail from the store
He barfed up his food then hunted for more
With gleam to eye and spring to feet
He imagined himself ready to eat
Again and again food was his best friend
He'd gorge and feast till he reached the end
Then ogre did rest on thickest grass by sea
Dreamed over more sheep and in dream killing did he
Rested yet edgy pet his pet piggy named pedgy
Swam in warm waters as happy could be
All bathed and cleaned he puts on new jeans
The ones he made from hide of a boar
Yet he could not ignore the gristley core
On inside of said jeans that he did wore
While narrator's grammer be bad
Like ogre gone mad
He talketh to moon every night that he had
For I, too, am ogre.
Pernishous as can be
Grotesque and a freak and incredibly ugly
However, he like I, under fairy tale sky
Live like livery until we die
For most final delivery of story good givery
I conclude with a tear in my eye
--But that is just me
Ominous ogre would do it all over
The killling, the binging, the dirt expunged
releasing lamb blood then soaking it up with a sponge
That is the creature we are
Lest we be called civil
We drown in pale ail at the neighborhood bar
I call this ogre my friend
We are a happy sick pair
Killing and swilling without a care
You wondered when
but this is the end
Now I will pluck out my hair.
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