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I'd like to post one of my favourite poems from Zak-Zak, the Accursed Fire Demon:

A farmer in a field once knew me very well
I ate him

A lady in a tower once knew me very well
I ate her

A babe in a crib once knew me very well
I ate him

A queen on a throne once knew me very well
I ate her

If you think you won't be eaten
It's because you don't know me very well

Practicing my Iambic Pentameter

The scent of eel, a whiff of rosemary
Some mandrake root and wings from a fairy
My mortar and my pestle grinds them all
The full moon summons Dire Wolfhound's call
The ley lines drawn, diaphanous, glowing
The rites are complete; the power, flowing
Success, I cry through the clouds of gases
I see through your top with x-ray glasses

A Wizard's Tower

A room to hold my robes and cowls
Another for my rings and staves
I shun the simple homes and caves
To live among the owls