Amok, ran the rascal ace
Impregnated by a similar face
The unborn child a menace
To dwell in a fool's palace
Kinsmen he'll shamelessly deface
Where do we now find solace
At this, all and sundry grimace
Who will with devil interface?
The Sergeant of arm he did vivace
Currents of inanity did an ignorant leg enlace
As it ran in a lightning fashioned pace
What would be the prize for this suicidal race?
Does he dream to be faster than a dace?
Someone should tell him to his steps retrace
Or very soon face an Italian tace
We will no more be impervious to such a case
Hallowed not hollowed, there will always be a mace
But never again shall we give nincompoops a space
Change.. on my mind
Go get your PVC!
©Danchima