Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Phlegmatic Bertie Wooster, he never had any peeves
Except when he was bereft of the inestimable Jeeves
You could traverse the world, from Bombay to Calais
And never would you find such a multi-gifted valet

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

In the town of Onkaparinga

You'll never have to lift a finger

They've got a bloke whose name is Jeeves

He wears gold epaulettes on his sleeves