#lymerics

He closed his lips and managed a smile

As he headed full speed for the aisle

She grabbed for his throat

And started to gloat

This farce isn’t over by a mile

 The guests gathered as one by the brook

The Church was ready and booked

The bride was bedazzled

The mother was frazzled

But the groom was giving THE LOOK

 Tomorrow the fun shall start

We shall see the truth in the heart

Will expediency matter?

Will the paper flatter?

And who will take whose part?

 “Will the truth be revealed in the end?,

She said to the closest of friends

“The thing that counts

Is calling to accounts

The bike that you bought me is shit

All the bolts have decided to split

So when I ride home

I must go alone

There once was an old tale, 

Of a serpent who left a golden trail.

He owned gems and gold,

And it is foretold,

That the one that kills him shall never growl old.

The princes come and go as they should,

Following his trail into the woods,

In the search of a tune,

Sung by the light of the moon,

To open the ancient gate,

Before it is too late.

Little do they know,

This is as far as they go.

The snake keeps the treasure,

Then kills them for pleasure,

And then feasts like he's never eaten better.

"Why are there no princes left?", people say,

"Did someone up and carry them away?".

They think they have it but they never will or would,

For the culprit lies in the moonlit woods.

They followed the tune of the serpent's song,

And now, in the end, they are all gone.

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who picked the wrong sandwich to chew

he took a big bite

and screamed in his fright

Do you know of Sam the Mime?

I knew him for a short time.

Act out songs he can,

a versatile man,