They jist come ta me outa the blue, Amos. Here's another un:

Once't upon a midnight, dearie,
As I tossed down, weak and weary
Many a glass of old and well-made booze
At my door there came a knockin'
Set the whole danged house a-rockin'
Knocked down all the Chrismas stockins
Made the old clock stop tick-tockin'
All of this, and lots more more.

Lept I to my charger, Silver,
Who beneath my weight did shilver
Knowing that we soon would be engaged in gore
With my lance couched, Silver charged
Into the fray with armor enlarged
Dripping sweat from every pore
All of this, and lots more more.

One two! One two! and through and through
I did poke and stab and cut and hew
Silver rearing, the "Overture" hearing
Battle madness, death and blood,
Broken lances, rain and mud.
And nevermore will I stand treats-a
For the knocking was the pizza
The delivery man and nothing more.

             --Ibid.