There once was a friar named Willem
Who sat on some wild zanthoxylum*
“You @#!$%#!,” he thundered
So the other monks wondered
- prickly ash
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
There once was a friar named Willem
Who sat on some wild zanthoxylum*
“You @#!$%#!,” he thundered
So the other monks wondered
if his bottom could use a slather of cool healing serum.
Yes!
There once was a friar named Willem
Who sat on some wild zanthoxylum*
“You @#!$%#!,” he thundered
So the other monks wondered
Just what it was he’d condemed ? 💜💜💜
If his backside needed some serum.
swear who could care
darling you must always be near and dear.
friar pat was all of tha.t
Tut tut, 50 hail Marys for that.