He wore a coat from the day he stepped Out from his home now forgotten and lost, With patches and pockets and rips or Tears scattered 'round a cloak journey tossed.
He wore a coat from the day he stepped Out to remove now himself from his sheath, He pondered the skin under now bare **** and uncovered the monster beneath.
I really wish I didn't have to write this one, but unfortunately my brain disagreed with me.