Papapau

Your body is slender
Your mouth is full
At night, you wander
Through the dark alleys
In search of a feast
With several hard cocks
Your mustache is milky
Your throat is deep

Papapau
Will not forgive
Sucks your soul
Until you’re drained

The poor peasant walked calmly
Unaware of what lay ahead
He returned from work, tired and worn
Buying provisions with money he earned

And his family waited at home
But, sadly, he would never arrive
For a shadow lurked in the woods
It was Papapau, ready to dine

But the village would not surrender
This creature had to be slain
So they organized a mission
To end the aberration’s reign

They took up arms, sickles, and clubs
And hunted the hostile beast
And after days spent searching
They finally met their fate

Everyone had their sticks devoured
By the evil little fiend
No one was left to tell the tale
Only Papapau, in the end