Praticus and the Darpist walked into a bar,
The bartender asks 'what'll u have'
They both said 'we'll have the morning star'
'We don't serve no drinks for fairies'
Insulted Praticus with blade emblazoned
Then drained him white for Bloody Marys
A drink for triumph over indignation
But uncontent Darpist carved off the corpse
Perfect steak to go with his libation
For Praticus and Darpist are sons of Evil
They know not mercy nor kindness nor love
Stay away lest your encounter be fatal