Here I shall say all that I may if ever,
I hate young cats, I eat grown rats, and fest'r
Pope John, the Paul, the 3rd, i r'call, the molester.
is one mean chap, one ruthless drat,
he's filthy.

In ice and tripe there is no ripe
but gripe and fright do comfort
St Peter's light, does do aright,
but night is night is winter.

I heal the earth, when un-returned
are wishes. 
But when i pray, i shall not lay oe'rtower'd
the top the tall the one length's all is worthy.


RESPOND.  OR ELSE.  I AM, No.