There once was a man, they called brave
Who indwelled in a hole, called a grave...
Well, being the host
To many a ghost,
He arranged a big bash, called a rave


There once was a man, called a knave
Who indwelled in a hole, called a cave...
Not being too keen
About keeping it clean...
Well, he took on a wife, called a slave


There once was a man with a stave
Who indwelled in a holy enclave...
Maintaining a grin
While absolving the sin,
He assessed wicked tales and forgave


There once was a monk with a wave
Who desired a head with a shave...
The barber was such
That she cut back too much
Thereby leaving his globus concave


There once was a man in the nave,
Although pious he could not behave...
They paid him no mind,
'Caus his name was maligned,
Simply being a sinner to save


There once was a man quite depraved
A voluptuous life was thus craved...
Well, continuous sin
Ended doing him in -
On his tombstone they carved ‘Misbehaved'

Terry O'Leary

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