> O Great Oracle, Of Utterance Wise,
> With Impeccable Taste in Neckties,
> If Suppl'cant Poet, of the gnomes,
> Coined most heavenly poems,
> Could he look to achieve Paradise?
> Omnisc'ent Oracle, Of Knowledge Divine,
> Your Very Urine is Heavenly Wine!
> Supplicant Poet aspires,
> And works till he tires!
> Can he hope to compose sublime rhyme?
> O Wise Oracle, of Golden-Hued Thoughts,
> Who Answers Dumb Questions with Zots,
> If a man with a pizza
> Were to couple with Lisa,
> Pray tell, would it tie you in knots?
> Wond'rous Oracle, Brow Studded with Zerkle,
> Who Reclines in the Shade of a Myrtle,
> Do you hear in each verse
> (Though they get worse and worse!)
> That the sound of each stanza's a circle?
> Saintly Oracle, With Patience Exhausted,
> Your Cojones Must Surely be Frosted!
> Wilt thou, sorely tried,
> Zot this Poet deep-fried?
> In your life, have you been so accosted?