There once lived a man with a crooked nose

With a haughty posture and voice

Oft he would seem to arrogantly pose

With a nasty brow and choice.

He trotted up the stairs and down as well

People wincing as he walked past

They would buzz around and could tell

What a paranoid shadow did he cast!

No-one would ever knock his door

Of the reckless young man

Everyone disliked him upto the core

You won't meet him even if you can.

Not that his undying disgust

Was all that he sought

There was this creepy club lust

Which gave you a knot.

Although his mediocre house

Was surprisingly good.

Good enough, for that of a louse,

Was that his wife still withstood!