VON

Wine, is a thing of enchantment,

King of castles, the-Van burnt-

Along bowls of wine and his Dame-

Mist came, upon kingdom, O Van, lost his fame,

His muscles and bones scattered, and goals vanish exect same !

Van, was buried in vast cave with masked face

Fields vanish, smiles vanish, might vanish-So lavish-

Life of Van, scrap into a disgrace,

Long before a righteous man, pass straight

By the castles, while Van, was dancing in pink wine,

With nude breasts and lusty eyes, in align 

With his minsters, 

Oh my God..

The Angel came down, by surprise,

When von, was lost in lust, and advised,

" Behold, Von, you are tough and we are tougher"

"The wine is forbidden by now" 

But Von was still drinking heavy with women in kitchen...

And denied Lord, throu sedition 

The winds did sing harass and suffering,

From trees of heaven the Queen,

threw thunder bolt with firing 

Upon bushful dragon- the von