Once he built a poem, he made it run
Meter, scansion, and rhyme,
Once he built a poem, now it's done
Brother, why'd he spend the time?

Once in Navy blue, gee, he looked suave
Full of Pusser's Admirals Rum
Driving a ship he went charging through waves
And he was the guy who was numb!

Say don't you remember? You called him "Al"
It was "Al" all the time,
Say don't you remember? He was your pal,
Though his mom named him "Amos", that's fine.

       --Irving Dusseldorf Halterope, "The Sailorboy"
       (Penhopscotch Community Press, 1823ff.)