Vinegar Byrnes was an uncouth sort of gentleman,
but he had a nice hat
and he wore it every day.
He would walk with a cane, a most respectable man,
and beat off thieves like a rat
as he trundled away.
A great smile he wore for the whole world to behold,
and threw his teeth at swans,
but none could find blame as such.
And of his adventures many tales would be told,
not but lacking nuance,
and it all seemed rather much.
Vinegar Byrnes yearned for love, an embrace, or a wink,
he was lonely as ever
that, in turn, was his mistake.
He bellowed through the streets as he neared his last brink,
love would find him never,
until he passed a snake.
âWhat joy,â Vinegar leapt. âWhat joy and what luck
To have found my own boy!â
And he flourished with a turn.
But the snake liked no kisses for he was no schmuck
nor was he or his a toy.
Vinegar had to learn.
As he bent to the serpent, who writhed in his embrace,
and whispered in his ear
and felt only love.
The snake surged for his mouth and entered the orifice,
yet his master felt no fear
and saw the sky above.
âYou have seen fit, my darling, to bite my insides,â
whimpered V without a tear.
âHiss,â retorted the adder.
Vinegar fell to his knees as was widely surmised
by a court of deer
who then fetched a ladder.
âWe must enter his throat, and then to the bowels,â
instructed a stag on ket.
And they took a step.
âBt yr t lrg t gt n,â replied V without vowels.
âToo late,â advised the vet
whoâd pulled out his web.
Hooves and feet and antlers tumbled down the dark abyss,
No bottom there was found,
just deer and ophidian.
For V this was love, to capture the souls was pure bliss.
And his stomach ground
them all down to elsan.
Vinegar Byrnes no longer wore a smile nor topper
his life had departed so quick
he was a naĂŻve nave.
The snake in dead V as well had become a pauper
and was not too slick
but he still dwells in his grave.
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