Forgive a digression and spare me the time
To think of a word that will make a good rhyme,
And if the delay is a little provoking,
Remember it’s J and the word may be Joking.
K is the Kaiser at home in Berlin,
Chanting his quaint maledictory hymn.
L is the Liar who loves to relate
Achi Baba has fallen, and gives you the date.
M is the Major observing from latitudes
Tending to strained and discomforting attitudes.
N is the Navy bombarding a lair,
Ignoring the fact that there’s nobody there.