Read my quatrains, and pay heed to them. Disregard them at your peril.
A large, partially sentient land mammal
shall learn rudimentary poetry
and use it to unmask the evil ones
seeking to undermine the oldest profession
So let it be written. So let it be done.
A doltish buffoon with letters in place of a name
shall speak incessantly of “dawgs”
and foolishly attack his better
only to be embarrassed time and again
So let it be written. So let it be done.