Rhyme Sacrifice

A man from Stoke-on-Trent For spelling had no bent He meant a tent in Gwent But payed a rent in Ghent The man was an old bag And was quite on a jag They stole him for a rag He had to put on drag Another mean crime For the beauty of the rhyme One more life sacrifice On the altar of the rhyme It's a crime, it's a vice It's a crime, it's a vice (It's a rhyme sacrifice) It's a rhyme sacrifice It's a crime, it's a vice No, it's really not nice To throw people to the rhymes Emma Taylor was so rich You'd think she was a witch And yet there's been a hitch They found her in a ditch Though she had made her best To be so nicely dressed The guests were all impressed By the Lady's hairy chest Another mean crime For the beauty of the rhyme One more life sacrifice On the altar of the rhyme It's a crime, it's a vice It's a crime, it's a vice (It's a rhyme sacrifice) It's a rhyme sacrifice It's a crime, it's a vice No, it's really not nice To throw people to the rhymes It's a crime, it's a vice It's a crime, it's a vice Another mean crime For the beauty of the rhyme One more life sacrifice On the altar of the rhyme One more life sacrifice On the altar of the rhyme It's a crime, it's a vice It's a crime, it's a vice (It's a rhyme sacrifice) It's a rhyme sacrifice It's a crime, it's a vice No, it's really not nice To throw people to the rhymes (It's a rhyme sacrifice)