Prepare for trouble!
And make it double!
For you don't expect me to call
A spanish inquisition for you to fall
And I won't stop until you bawl
Along with invasion and all
I would pass even through your wall
Even if it is tall
While singing a long song I could recall
And take all your drugs I could haul
While painting as much blue I could install
And before it dry on your wall
I would make this poem you can't call small
So long, it would tire your eyeball 👁
And so bad you will call it banal
All while this happens in nightfall