A grey male procured a motor that screeched,
To gain himself a mistress to ride with.
          He soon discovered
          Wheels were to sheilas
Not so bewitching as geezers with teeth.

A miser prides herself on trading,
Turns a profit by wage rationing.
          When workers retort,
          cut their labour short,
Human greed she resorts to blaming.

There was a young man whose name was Gouldie.
Its wonted misspelling drove him crazy.
But when he was asked,
"Who screwed up the task?"
He knew not the name of his crybullies.