The Bard was quite at sea.
“Gollop! Golloy! Thou scrumjous Bard!
Take pen (thy stylo) and endite
A pome, my brain needs kurgling hard,
And I will feast to-night.”
That wansome Bard he took his pen,
A flirgly look arnund he guv;
He squoffled once, he squirled, and then
He wrote what’s writ above.
Hermon.