Oh, plays on words are very jolly,
Sounds astound and puns are fun;
But all minds here think naught but folly,
Oh, the mind, imaginate fecund!

Dravo is bravo as all you can see,
He'll take not your beating and tenderly agree;
He is The Greatest Lord Emcee,
Next war he'll be Marquis!

Ian would like to think he's Jacobean,
(although I say he's nothing but pleibeian!)
Retract, I'll be a good Christian
and say he's a DAMNED GOOD comedian!

Dear Wiz, he's in showbiz!
A rhyme and rook with thyme and nook;
(Oh dear, I fear, I've overlooked
Rhythm for rhyme and OOK for book!)

All's fair in love and war, they say,
Weigh not upon my soul, Cliché!
Michaelangelo, divine Man display,
But none of Devilishness portray!

Oh noes! I forgets Matt!
Matt is phat, I'll ne'er forgat <3
We're a-kickin' and a-hittin'
And we'll never each be missin' <3

A duck will duck and will not cluck
when food is to be had;
I beg exeat from those heartstruck,
It's WEN who makes me glad!