There once lived a girl who had a polka-dotted kitty,
Who frolicked about on the vast stretches of Jim.
O’, the veal they consumed in that languorous lethargy,
Leaping about with the lye-spoiled lambs.
And Anna, she flounced on the near Spanish jetty,
Spewing in sepia with the best of the murder.
And together they childrened and marauded and leapt,
Scaring the dormice wherever they weren’t.
The polka-dot kitty followed too closely,
And one fair evening it gave up and sighed,
‘My life is a death in this vast maroon stretches,
Moodled and quiddled and boring by half.
End me my supper, or I’ll give you comeuppance.
Now, you blast lawyer, and show me I won’t!’
This eruption of heartness entranced the meddler,
Who back in the forefathered recess of time,
Had drawn up the last of the contracts, so greedy,
And given the once lived a girl her slight kitty…
‘For who knew!’ said the Anna, some later time sooner,
‘That dark perforations occurred while we slept,
Here among the daisies of meekness,
And porridge, and suet, and tickets to Surrey!
Bring me a lamb, you long limb-ed misanthrope,
And make it lye-spoiled, as when were Eld.’
So Jim leapt to, and fetched away to the southernmost
Tip of the planar moon, wide and so deep.
Filled with the dustes of men who preceded,
The finer and sharpened points of the law,
Congealed in the recesses of laughter who foodled
About for their penchants, their girlfolk so vain.
And with them, Jim tookled his mindings so starry,
Back to the Anna and Kitty he claimed.
Painfully public in the staircase eternity,
The once lived a girl laughed at the Earth.
Hers was the madness that matched the infirmity,
So brightness could never come clean in such privacy,
Portented in the kitty of polka dot’s ears.

And frothing, Jim Splendor roared out a new ditty,
Clutching at Anna for juxta-posed fate.
And forever against the girl and her kitty,
They frolicked, and flounced on a poor widow’s pate.

END