To write in verse is to lesion ideas

Spawn iambic eagles that poke out my eyes

Henry waddlesworth knew he was

He was a pickulissifus he was

But didn’t know that in his palm

Was a grain of dirt from morn’s quook gatherun

That housed colony upteen of species eleven

Under the far-spread  Infinigranulion Federation.

Henry W’s palm’s crease incubated colony upt

Which would soon have built infrastructure enough

To send its own colonists to unknown regions.