And washing her verbs with her nouns.

A philosopher who spoke well in Greek
Said Latin is not up my street.
So  she bought a new map
Which she glued to her lap
Tantrum ergo, her Latin now speaks.

Her view of topology was bleak
As her hatred of rubber was leaked
So  she bought a rubber mattress
And roamed the street mapless.
For she wanted a goose  that could speak

Her duvet was  filled with fake down
As were her nightdress and gown
So she kept herself healthy
Upbraiding the wealthy
And washing her verbs with her nouns.

She had books in the wardrobe and bath
Which filled  bother  her sisters with wrath
So she cut off her hair
And married the chair
We all   suffered from  a good laugh

Van Gogh and Picasso hung near
And ,How to make love without fear.
Otherwise it was Goethe
Who had never hurt her
As she fantasied him drinking beer.

Impressionism  made  this lady feel good
The tulips were made of fake wood
The poppies were many
But she didn’t pick any
Though under the impression she could