By Malik
One day I spied a rich old man
Who quickly did approach
He said, "My lad, oh did you know
A fibula's a brooch?"
And then one day I chanced to spy
Some soldiers push a man
They weren't Cinerians, I think
They're called Cinerans
One day I went to Gilven
To learn my old spearshaft
But chanced to look below his belt
"I think I feel a draft!"
I bought a feminalia
To give my own true love
But chanced a man upon the street
Who wore one with his glove