It's an alright guise
It helped me win a prize
Pay no attention to my size
Just ask if I am wise

So quick of you to advise
Before I can apprise
You stand to watch me rise
After I have been abscised

Perhaps you will baptize
And hope to capsize
All that I chastise
And all that I cognize

This poem I comprised
Of all that you demised
All that you despised
And all that you devised

Why do you always demonize
Just to get a word in edgewise
If you truly wish to excise me
Why not just Graecize me

I Watch the moon rise
I reprise and revise
I get streetwise
And I stylize