This one is by me. It isn't very good and doesn't really have metre or rhyme.
By the waters of Acheron? Covered by flies and eating honey From a beehive provided by sweet Jesus I embark on a cruise on the Acheron. Charon takes in his bark And we are guided by the crystal clear light of the moon On the calm clear waters of the Acheron. I pick up Anne Frank from and she tells me How she plays ping pong with Socrates And eats Ice Cream with Homer and Hesiod. Cruising with Anne Frank on the crystal clear waters of Acheron. And she said there was a patch of bare ground that looked like a desert round Socrates sometimes in the meadow And Julius Caesar’s sword dripped with blood. And he maybe should have been in the Plegethon
And I have come to realise men and women’s life’s are A mixture of Vice and Virtue And it is sometimes hard to know which is which Please Jackie, my Beatrice and Lord Jesus rescue me from this hell By the end of this week we will be together again And we will be on the shining Landscapes of the moon. Those crazy lunar landscapes.
Cerebrus the dog Makes an enjoyable pet as we guzzle together. He's a pedigree chum. And my tummy bulges Too much slimy fat But it's so enjoyable Hope me and Jackie don't end spending too much time here. On the third circle