Quince is the name and I am what I am;
Nobody's going to make me into jam!
And Roger, if you're not aware what a slater
Is in this hemisphere, well, I'll tell you later.
Now if we are engaging in persiflage,
All manner of banter and badinage,
Well then, here's a form you may not have tried,
Where one rhyme at least is strictly implied:
(Put on limerick ears for this)
There was a young man wrote a crit
On some verse that his ear couldn't fit;
He complained “See, the thing
Doesn't have the right swing!”
But his crit was a whole load of very dubious nonsense.
Henry
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