“Just what’s so amusing?” Asked Sheriff Bruce Buzan,
I was boozing on Tuesday with Susan.
He accused me of truthfully rueful wrongdoings,
As I boozed on that Tuesday with Susan.
I resent this abusing,
Just what’s so confusing?
No room for excusing,
I’m through with your musings,
Defusing the shmoozings that oozed with allusions,
Enthused, my shoes flew through the air with delusion,
Handcuffed, my bruises turned beautiful fuchsia,
On that Tuesday I boozed with sweet Susan.