Poor Bill had a problem, for something that dangles
Quite often would rise at unusual angles;
The laughter this caused
Of late, since his stirrup correctly he wangles.
Completely ashamed of yourselves you all ought
To feel, if the riding that came into thought
Was not, one may find,
Of equestrian kind –
Though quite of the bareback (and bare-bottom) sort!
Unusual angles of right-angled version –
Left-angles who went on a holy excursion
And those, one can tell,
Take Es before L,
And thus undergo an angelic conversion!
Unusual angles one well might not wish
Are those when one angles to try and catch fish;
Fine if line’s straight out,
But brought into doubt
If back, between legs, it one’s dangles might squish!
© Colonialist June 2011 (Letterdash/WordPress)