A genuine poet, who was a very truly nice fella
was, with his polka dot umbrella
waiting for his diamond-studded Bus
when he was picked up by (a) Canary fuzz203
(bread & water plus Solitary Confinement)
where he imaged up some air conditioning
(cold as Hell) for his cell & a starry ceiling
Well, when The Hour for his trial was THERE
The Judge asked his bailiff, "Where
's The Defendant!?"
... Who answered him: "Sir,
a very truly ODD story I'd caw't:
We tossed most heatedly that poet
into a very truly sultry cell where I am told
he was discovered this genuine Morning
KAPUT from a pneumonic cold!"
The Judge only gave him a warming