Rhyme Line

The Lord's offer could be insecticides

If the crickets invade the hot dog STEW
 
They end the evening by humming a tune.

And dreamed of the day that they'd dine on a STEAK.
 
This, of course, was wonderful news

So they topped off the evening with French Apple PIE.
 
I stumbled through the open door and blasted out a drunken shout.

“I'll be back, you commie COOT.”
 
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