Izzard the Wizard

Izzard the Wizard was a mystic magic man
Here and there he ran
Following his plan

Izzard the Wizard planned on having his revenge
On the druids of Stonehenge
And more so Arty Benge

Izzard the Wizard was betrayed by Arty
His evil was hearty
He threw a party

Izzard the Wizard wasn't invited
Got terribly excited
And then indicted

Izzard the Wizard snuck in the place
Punched Arty's face
Got sprayed with Mace

Izzard the Wizard got out of jail
Checked his mail
His arms did flail

Izzard the Wizard received an apology
From old Arty
For the sortie

Izzard the Wizard had purpose no more
Thought life a bore
Fell dead on the floor

There is a moral to this as always
Don't have a death craze.
For if debt repays
Breaks your killer daze
You'll end your days.

The End

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