"After Grace"

He appeared unannounced yet pronounced his
Nose were of toes and Moe's that aired
Of mice and dice, as he smoldered of
Breath and death and spoke of flames
And dames,not old but bold as told,now
A search for a church after grace
With a trace of a chase, for an ace
An oath by most,then a toast and a roast
With your host,you'll be a nice blender
With our gender,so young and tender
Just remember this is your last pretender
Alfred Guajardo
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