A Body In a Coat
Still grotesquely afloat
Belly ready to bloat
His last meal A Milked Oat
And then hard rowed a boat
But with a shot was downed
And the next thing was drowned!
His harsh look watchers note
And at it his foes gloat
And ample time devote
The perplexed by A Quote
He could not learn by rote …
Nor read what scholars wrote.
Rather in love with oat
And enthused about coat …
Now, helpfully The Drowned
For Book-free underground.
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