Slip shod past The Wimplebee

goes Woodriff Shloop, 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, Griff Labasherimm

found Woodriff Schloop and asked of him

to kindly wait till half past three,

to slip shod past The Wimplebee.

* * * * *

Half a day and half again

since Donegal’s had seen the man

who trundled round the farberquim-

the porter claimed he’d not seen him.

And grumpy Griff Labasherimm

insisted he’d seen nowt of him.

Then near to half past quarter ten,

a-spied he was near Quibulen,

with characters of shifty sort

and women, or so they report.

His coat in tatts, his trousers torn

his nose a’blooded, face forlorn.

with scuffed up shoes and smudged up knees,

for Shloop was shloshed at Schniffery’s.