The cuckoo chucked her bridal wares
O'er the fire grate,
Arming it's chuckles with renditions of
Cluck cluck cluck
That else
Was a closeted affair

How is the sheen? A farmer said
Do you mean for cleaning or tidying a grotesque milliard asked
Well it's a consequence of the chest of drawers where the hiding never takes place
Except for when the chuckling takes place


I don't get it the farmer concluded.