He played his organ with grace
But never found pace
And an ocean of groan
Came forth from the arena,
And quickly he received a subpoena
Asking for something monotone.

He felt his musical range arcane,
And with arrogance, began trooping for a new campaign;
And as he was starting
He offered a toast,
To arrange his inner most,
Before parting.

He stumbled upon spooring to follow,
Found it easy to wallow,
Until it lead him to a pastor,
Giving oration
On patriot rotation,
For you see, he was a flabbergaster.

He spoke of fine ore,
Of which he had galore,
And implored that none be his foe,
For everyone’s inner fire
Was an inferno none desire,
Nor could they continue to-and-fro.

Then from his bag he conjured a parrot,
Whose only merit
Was of a raptor
Who solicits payout
From ye devout;
He was an extractor.

With despair, our hero paid
And aspired to parade
That lore of paradise
For fear of those closing drapes,
Of which the spider shapes
And spreads, simply to entice.