well done on one side;
it is broken on the other side,
because I was flipped too hard.
From this St. Lawrence derives his patronage
of cooks, chefs, and comedians.
From this St. Lawrence derives his patronage
of cooks, chefs, and comedians.
Martyr of love,
we each have a story
to cook up humor
of which future deacons declare.
Hymns of heathens
held unholy in flames – preservation through destruction.
Proud kings have bowed before your sword,
I am not one of them, a bastard without saints,
beneath the yoke of your empire,
just a barbecued boy begging to be remembered.
So name a river after me,
if a new river is ever discovered.