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Funny satan came to a pub,
Despite his bad habit he wanted to drop.
Priest was the waiter,
He radiates fun.
Satan took later
His small silver gun.
Foolishly grinning he came to a bar,
Ordered 3 glasses calvados to gulp,
Priest disconcerted spilled nectar from jar,
Satan for response was utterly stumped.
From his worn jacket he took out the pistol,
Thee silver bullets he blew out priest’s heart,
Bullets flew throughout the flesh in distal,
Satan could hardly covered amazement he got.
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Beyond the marsh fearful cerber is howling,
Sovereign pontiff noisily echoes back this tune,
Don’t jump to conclusions about rending shouting,
Priest and Satan got tipsy with yellow moon...