a Fettle Hokum

As Pope is deify and

Canticle sung glibly

By many a’ spiv

With wheedle and intended odium

The plentitude of austere nonentity

Elide with inkling


This is a fettle hokum

The barmy undulated through

The timorous crowd

Vapid and masked with

Quadrille around the lido


Where mingy pathos

Recondite  and judder

The End

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