• Slouching in a chair, I saw an enormous snout.
    I was even more aghast to see it belonged to a fly.
    Cried I, "Why! Why during this horrid drought?"
    He sighed, "Do not bother, eat this pie."
    Tried it I did and got allergically sneezy,
    I spat, "This pie is disgustingly cheesy! How daft!
    I would have this when the day is breezy.
    I should send you to Timbuktu on a raft."
    Now, as the fly was mad happy, I would hardly call him chaste.
    I smacked him with a widget
    and drowned him in paste.
    But, alas, to my sorrow, he did resurrect a midget.
    And my face did turn sour,
    at the turmoil of this hour.