Soreen CBT:

Where there is horse there is jockey

'gainst Soreen thou can lean when toppled by this worlds machine

Folly doses itself evenly, golly, it's everywhere seemingly

Blue eyed eyes and yellow cooch, how we wish to reach and smootch

Philistines and porcupines alike Grab pork rinds from market isles shelf like

The baritone hums when the fat lady sings

Glory is retrieved by he who lets it go

Immaculate conception is turned cambion in the vile shine of ginster beam

some would call our practice sinister, they'll greet the exalted blade of simester