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Colin-a-Dell? Yes, I've known him well
Since the day he was born with his shock all shorn.
He shot from the womb like a corpse from a tomb
Gave a hideous yell as if casting a spell.

A peculiar chap - they made him a cap
Of leather and lead to squat square on his head.
Fain did his brain run like rain down a drain
Perhaps 'twas queer cap made him querulous, poor chap!

At school he was quick, much like wax from the wick
Dissected a lizard, was elected a wizard.
His college he scandalized with the knowledge he vandalized
His trick with a stick nicked the Dean's knickers thick.

When pretty well growed he befriended a toad.
City roads would they roam until late wending home.
Under endings of moon, soon they'd send up a croon
About what no-one knowed, all rendered in code.

Bad went to worse. He fashioned a hearse
From a farmer's wagon, tethered to a dragon.
Feathered his bed with the fleece of the dead
And with cursings terse nursed his bursting purse.
An improbable tale! no nearer the pale
Then a kettle of fish in a teacup. I wish
'Twere not wholly true, just an unwholesone brew
Over some gruesome ale. But it's true as a nail...

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