Slip shod past the wimplebee

goes Woodriff Shloope, at half past three.

This Shlizzmagora found his way

to Littleman’s wharf, or so they say.

Then Woodriff’s portulimpical arc

sat still while still he could be park’d

at Donegal’s the story goes

to drink eleventy more of those.

Now, the dishlee, Grifflabasherim

found Woodriff Schloop and asked of him

to kindly wait till half past three,

to slip shod past the wimplebee.