Twisted Doggerel

[gil_liant]

There once were two Imaginary Beings from Kilkenny.

Each thought there was on Imaginary Being too many.

So they scratched and they spit,

And they clawed and they bit,

'Til instead of two Imaginary Beings there were twenty-seven pieces of imaginary beings (in assorted sizes) all confined to the Imaginary Being Ward of Kilkenny Hospital and clamoring for treats.