Now please, just sound it out:

"P says peh"

and "ass" says ass--

this is the last one that you get

and I suggest you make it last.

The next time that you take my young

as unto prey, with wiles and ways

Think again, before you bray

I'll unravel you till hanged

by the looseness of your tongue

(I see you have a little neck.)

Perhaps that is your fortune, blest.

Don't mess with me and mine --desist.

I will snap your little wrists

and use your bones as a toothpick,

as if you had some meat to stick

in between my teeth

the witch

has no lessons but forgive

but hurt me once I pray for you--

hurt me twice I pray for me

for I now know the sweet revenge--

do not attack my young again.

I wear metal belts

and grin

feeling horns grow on my head.

You talk too much, you do,

my friend

so do not pass this way again.

I'll have to step up and defend

this onslaught of stupidity.

And I would much rather wait

until the karma rolls around to sate

your incessant drooling tongue.

I warn you--don't you ever touch my young.

I'll slap the dead and living hell

performing exorcism's might

with a backhand of your slight:

Take this pass and let it end

before your nose will spite your face

by the power of my grace

of my forty and plus eight

years of rage insatiate,

waiting for the day.

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riding a wild hair

nod

my second choice of title!