Pushmi-Pullyu

This had to happen, as you well know; it was, so they say, inevitable.

Pushmi-Pullyu, Pushmi-Pullyu

The Pushmi-Pullyu recounts two creatures,

but I leave for you to imagine how

these could impossibly get such features

as belong in Meinong's jungle now!

No ax-in-dental work, no heavy dents?

No winsome gusts that plow sea air?

No lightening storm blustered o'er offence?

No wins of chains sent free from care?

Had I but world enough and time, this verse could be a better rhyme.