He thought he saw a racing horse
Distracted with a pipe.
He looked again and found it was
A gurning butler’s gripe.
‘At length I realize’ he said,
‘The fitfulness of Skype’.
He thought he saw a magistrate
Bewildered by a goose.
He looked again and found it was
A spinster on the loose.
‘It really must be said’ he said,
‘That really is obtuse’.
He thought he saw a carpenter
A louche giraffe rebuke.
He looked again and found it was
A lone reclusive Duke.
‘Well I never’ he softly said,
‘He’s come out from his nook.’
He thought he saw a mannequin
A customer offend.
He looked again and found it was
A sermon without end.
‘It really ought to stop’ he said,
‘My ways I will not mend’.
He thought he saw a publican
A bath of tea did soak.
He looked again and found it was
A man expelled from Stoke.*
‘It is true what they say’ he said,
‘There’s nowt as queer as folk’.
He thought he saw a Débutante
Practising long her sigh.
He looked again and found it was
A trampolining spy.
‘To make some sense of this’ he said,
”I guess he thinks he’s sly’.
He thought he saw a Naturist
Defiant on the moon.
He looked again and found it was
A yodelling baboon.
‘The way now of the world’ he said,
‘This life is out of tune’.
