I hit his head with a bloody blunt blade,
And he bled to a bleeding death.
Serves him right, a reasonable right,
To a wrong of equal breadth.
I boxed his ears, a desire of years,
Disemboweled him in a snake pit.
Creatures like him, with hate to the brim,
An eviscerated end for fiends fully fit.
A few parting poots, I own now his loots,
I'll squander his wealth on a spree.
Say no more, to settle a score,
You've got to be really very free.
