Ponder, if you please, his pleas,
Patience, ere you slight his slit.
Long there raged a warfare grim
In the councils of the Nut;
Socks were all in all to him
Abso-simply-lutely; but—
Here's a problem for you pat—
How shall Archibald disclose
Through the thickness of the spat
Iridescent demi-hose?