Times have changed,
And we’ve often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
Any shock they should try to stem,
‘Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows,
By way of Mulier Fortis we know what goes on in Black Fen when His Hermeneuticalness is away.
I toppi ballano, as we say in Roma.
Servers. What next?