Wherefore my mien (so vicissitudinous) and I,
professorial, suave, and pulchitudinous,
my Czechoslovak colleagues left me harassed;
schistosomiasis renders them embarrassed.
This ill-judged contretemps I found fatiguing.
I kicked their cupboard masochisms intriguing. With penicillin
I doused my aching femur;
My niece harangued me as a knavish schemer:
"Let's Pas de deux", she urged with edgy rancour.
We sacheted blithely, twining in a cancour.
I benefitted from my glitzy terpsichoreans;
My leg stopped aching. Then two young historians
deep in contemning, aptly reconnoitred a table,
newly chamfered, planed and mitred,
to apprehend my niece, who now quite bilious,
had disembowelled my old senile diphyllus
aspidistra, whereupon my parrot
(or parakeet, or cockatoo) the harlot,
plummetted in, pernicious and exotic.
And bit. My niece shrieked, "Now I'm psittacoctic"

*BG*

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