recalcitrant! what and wherefore,
i've kept my sordid eye to whore -
upon the long and gladly sadly,
io! i've wandered (hear you hear! upon the berry, blithely queer)
mine whist and curtains doth tomb's leer
the leer of torrid horrid chants of lonely mangy ragged ants
of geising, sizing - ha! doth chance!
to whist and wordid whilst mine eye
ist been and before lays goodbye.
ist goodbye, sordid, loathsome fiend,
my nestles do enjoin thy bein'.