Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

I asked the devil why he was evil,
And I asked my hand what was two plus two.
And all I got for all my trouble
Was a headache and bowlful of stew.

So I Laughed laughed laughed,
And I did Craft craft craft,
The fine wooden shaft,
Of the arrow that pierced my heart.

Eyeball'd?
Piebald.
Called!
Mored.
Stalled,
Bored,
Fling,
Sting.

Fighting chances,
Sweet romances,
Games lost and then finally, desperately won,
And all the dumb things that happen under our sun,

Blee bloo blang blong.


Ha.