His manners false, to which he was half true
Had driven maidens into lives of worth
And though he lied, he never heard a mew
H e raised his hat and so revealed his purse
His voice ,so like a siren, charmed the goats
His eyes were plaster yet his ears were wool.
He claimed it was protection from the stoats
Of which the town of London’s overfull
His rhetoric impeccable he knew
To speak would be an error deja vu.
And yet his snakey tongue was free from glue.
While on his nose he always kept new dew.
He did at Sodom study P.P.E.
The blind can walk, the cripples now can see.
How my heart sings 