Where is the wit
That the average Brit
Is supposed to rely
On when times go awry?

Summon that grin
Or something akin
And gaily resolve Life's conundrum
When put upon
Remember that: Non
Illigit' carborundum.

I try to make
These lines to scan
I try to make them rhyme
But when I try
As best I can
These verses are no better than
Base poetic curdled flan
In short, iambic crime.