There once was a man named El Toro, who was signed up to Q in the morrow.
He explained that he goofed and was very aloof, but still Einstein expressed deep, deep sorrow.
There once was a man named Lowes, regularly to The Thicket he no longer goes.
But he thought, “I’ll step in, time to see my running brothers again.” So out of the fart sack he rose.
There once was a man named Einstein, who caught everyone’s attention with the headline
A sweet treat in the morning, with icing a pouring. Instead, bait and switch in the bed, he lay supine.