Karl's Egg Farm

There was a man Whose name was Karl All dirty beard and smoking socks, He scratched his stinky balls He had a farm With nothing more but poultry He bred his hens with love "Eggs of Karl", a famous brand They fit Every meal Either lord or burgher "Eggs of Karl", a famous brand There was a witch Whose name's a mess All dirty hands and smoking warts, She scratched her stinky toads She had a farm With nothing more but poultry Infesting it with toads and love "Eggs of Karl", a famous brand Hatch, hatch, Incubate, incubate Cockerel eggs for the next shipment Hatched, hatched From famous eggs Basilisks rip some fucking throats All lords and burghers in the morning Have for breakfast Brand new "Eggs of Karl" All town's a mess, All panic through the streets Greet Farmer's Famous Eggs

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

Far, far Dark might has spread Claimed the ancient forests Weak, small Razed hamlets Left in desolation What's beyond The city walls Ain't an easy target Morbid scab Of townsfolk Reeks with human stench Marshland Spread around the walls Witches Bane the creatures of the swamp, Swamp Toads, sludge Willows, moss Sweet and wet smell of rot Go for it, Accept the swamp Quag's your next-door pal now Green, yellow Glaring eyes Staring through mire fog Muffled songs Of slime and ooze Slurped and whispered from the bog Twisted Gene pools Molding flesh and herb Raising Dead bodies From the grounds of glory Mutated Monsters creep Greet new snouts and faces Quaggy grounds Instead of fields Not a playground anymore

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025