Hey Sweden, trick or treat? Your Saint Paul’s meat!: A poem 

Nice reader from Sweden, you have water or ice? 

What do you prefer to be crab, head-lice or Lab mice? 

Is your belly like jelly or your thigh very well-y? 

Are you stupid or simply very very silly? 

We know that Europe is all trick and no treat 

How the rest of the world its cruelty did meet? 

Hey Sweden, do you know how justice flies? 

You seem to join hands in treachery, like stealing eyes 

So may you be blessed with Prakash Saint Paul’s evil 

There’s a lot of flesh and blood hanging from treachery’s grill 

Do you know that I never get frustrated by treachery’s daily drill? 

It is the same bald treachery that, to me, seems run of the mill!