Reminds me of some old poems my grand father used to recite. With artistic licence and creativity. There was a young man from Neuschwanstein Castle Who receiv

Reminds me of some old poems my grand father used to recite. With artistic licence and creativity. There was a young man from Neuschwanstein Castle Who received a neatly wrapped parcel In it was shit, On it was writ A present from our elephants arseholes