I used to be a Pope. Popey. In Latin I spoke. Ooh! A rhyme! What a waste of time! I can't stop it! So I better bop it!
In a land of deadness, I don't see much watercress, which means I can forsee... me not having enough vitamin C!
So my cheeks will turn yellow, or perhaps a more mellow shade of brown? I don't know - it makes me frown!
But that does not matter, because (I hear a splatter of a rat exploding, because my coffin's eroding...
...so I better keep going with my story tell-o-ing) my cheeks will rot away. They're rotting away by the day!...