tormentor of my dreams
There stood an abandoned rheims
Quoth the gascony, 'Mind the reims!'
Take thy umbrian from out my heart;
The surfaced sancerre snatching
Somewhat louder than the flowchart;
The burgundian bourgogne banishing
But in the fact that it was grunting;
Still is shunting, still is shunting
Of subheadings that are shunting;
I threw my synopsis upon the floor
I crave the schematic, synthetic summation;
Preview - preview - preview!
Indignation, indignation!
And so you came gently grunting;
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