St. Joseph Jane (A very random, very strange parody poem[PG-13? I dunno.])

[Midnight Moon~]

I have no clue how this one happened.

St. Joseph Jane

Has anyone heard of St. Joseph Jane;
The legendary loser of the state of Maine?
He tripped on his shoelace,
It's sad but it's true,
He was holding a gun,
and blew a hole in his head,
straight through and through.
His blood hit the ceiling fan,
and made dear Miss Mark look up;
She turned screaming and ran,
tripping over a cup;
the cup that was dropped by St. Joseph Jane;
when he fatefully died that strange day.
And when she tripped, she whacked a guy with a bible;
Gave him a concussion, he held the Church liable,
He sued for a million,
a million buck-a-roos,
The judge wondered if he was sane,
the day of death for St. Joseph Jane.
There's a lesson to be learned;
A lesson that should be discerned,
sadly I dunno what that lesson is, sir.
So whenever you think of poor St. Joseph Jane,
Remember the day in that weird state of Maine.


I'm not in any way insulting the state of Maine or anyone who lives there, it just so happened to conveniently rhyme with Jane.

 

[TJgamer]

......I don't know, Midnight Moon.
...I just don't know.

 

[Midnight Moon~]

This was a fail before it even started. Sadly, I'm unable to delete this xD..