There was an enmity between
The harlot and the priest
While the chef was kneading yeast
To make a meal that was lean
In the kitchen in the castle that housed
Both the King and the Queen
In there, all were awakened, aroused '
By the arguing, the enmity between
The hoe and the man of God
A man of God was he
That was his vocation, the cause to which
He dedicated his life
But on the side
He concocted dank memes
And wrote shitty poetry
And thenceforth threw it out the window
Trotting to his thinking tree
Trying to meditate in tranquility
While haunted by the hoes in his mind
And the demons inhabiting his soul
Yes, there was an enmity
And a promiscuous lure
An interesting attraction, propulsion
Existing between the hoe and the priest
Within the priest's head there was an enmity
As he sat there in his thinking tree
Meditating and creating dank memes
Studying the Gospel and writing dutifully
Truthfully, distinguishably
The shittiest kind of poetry
That you would ever see.
Remarkable was he.
