He was lightsome, gracefully light, very merry,
He’d been into the cooking sherry.
Along on his many peregrinations,
He had paused at several stations,
And whilst on such journeys,
Had participated in various tourneys.
Certainly he did not dilly dally or dawdle.
To read such as this, yes, real twaddle.
He began to be somewhat argumentative,
And much of what he said was representative.
Of a most particular point of view,
Where, really, nothing at all else would do.
The effect of the cooking sherry had abated.
Now, it was for Pub opening time he waited.
He could soon go down there, amid some jeers
And down copious quantities of fine beers.
If he found some to be extra irksome
He would respond in a manner quirksome.
His wife would say, “My Goodness Gracious!”
“Why must you always be so pugnacious?”
And so, off he went in a manner most proud,
To berate someone in a voice overloud.
He’d watch T.V.’s “Crime and Investigation”,
His wife misquoted, “Grime and Infestation.”

His friend was at the restaurant supersizing,
Whilst HIS friend was platitudinizing.
“We should stop and pause a mite,”
“And try to refrain from being so trite.”
Yesterday he was so much under fire,
He ran straight into a quaking quagmire.
Into the slough he did sink apace,
He scrambled to extract himself from that miry place.
On his way out he was bespattered with mud.
With a bald round head, he resembled Elmer Fudd.
Now, since it has been the nonsensical we’ve been pursuing
It is of limited benefit to ask what we’re doing.
Well, that’s your lot, I’ve had my fill.
We’ve had enough of this nonsense pill.