Must I serve thee like a summer’s day
thy breath’s more rancid than a Danish
Blue – with use by date much overdue.
What’s that you say – Malvolia has a much
bigger cod piece than the one I have below.
Show mercy on my pride you so and so – for
Shakespeare with his quill may soon appear
and have you sent behind the prison walls.
What rhymes with ‘walls’ now let me think
before the hue and cry begins, wink, wink.
Now let us to the tavern for a drink of ale
before they start to hurl their putrid veg
and dress like harlequins to give a wail.