O, how I faint recall what thou hast writ;
Perhaps, this be because they are but lies.
I thy request declined to be admit,
And ne’er did access to thee authorize.
Because thy sheepish wool but masked thy tricks,
Thy form, just as thy name, is more lupine.
So claimeth thou this house of politics
Is fired fury when it is benign.
I have thy howl never given heed;
Thy paw my little hand hath never shaken.
These written words are lies put forth by greed,
So evidenced by sources never taken.
     Now watch him closely and his Sloppy friend,
     Both past events and future bitter end!