Woe becom'st to all in haste
Worry ne'er for it'd be late
A tragic tale I shall relate
of faulty utter
utter words in waste
A man of stature, we can say as much
Lest err thy use of fancy words and such
"Bollocks!" he shouts, spouting vengeful rage
"Those oppos'd, Hell shall sure await"
Forsooth his temperament irate
For misuse of his cherised word; curate