As if things weren't quite bad enough
Rapaire said he could strut the stuff
He trotted out a bunch of meanings
Defined by long lost social leanings
He talked about the Left and Right,
And kept on talking half the night,
But somehow, never got it right,
The usual, it seems.

All the professorés swear
They'd heard of his repute somewhere.
But they couldn't find the footnote source,
When the wind began to blow....