O, what poem this is, with such music to listen to.
It is the best of the best, and the least of the worst.
No, it is not of the worst, but the least is the best.
How musical, o how romantic. Somebody..
please, help me. The chariots approach
they seek to devour my candy,
but I am hungry.
Does anybody have food?
Feed me with a thousands pizzas, for I am peckish,
and desirous of much cheese.
O it is so tasty, O it is so yummy.
How delicious the bread is, the cheese, and the sauce.
If only it was Dominos, but no, it is better.
It is Dejorno.
"For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of love, and of power, and of a sound mind." - 2 Timothy 1:7