A Port Shoem, by the Speverend Rooner*

I've a gouse and harden in the country;
An ace I call my plown.
A treat I can replace to
when I beed to knee alone.
Caterfly and butterpillar perch on beefy lough,
And I listen to the dats and cogs as they mark and as they biaow.
Yes, wature here is nunderful!
There is no weed for nurds,
While silling by my windowflutter
Biny little turds.

(*a.k.a. Monty Python)