Mister

In the forest there was a mister.
He was a thinker who always seemed to tinker.
He would sinker in his thoughts by day.
And go into an imaginary place by night.
But what a fright when the knights came.
They take away everlasting pains and put them in a cauldron.
Oh the smoldren of the cauldron.
They stirred up his thoughts and plagued his mind.
They put acid on his tongue because they thought it was worth the try.
So the mister went mad and went to the village.
Oh what a small village that he had invisioned.
The thinker died when his heart beat dinkered.
Oh mister thinker did no more tinker.