Never a bus late would be All of that uneaten pie is for me Whether it was or were the case No singular plural subjects its place Through qualifying phrase Not any, not one, most simply none A lack of things so trickily won Or maybe lost if accuracy matters And results tallied ‘tween bowlers and batters Or talkers and chatters What I like more or most or best Is better for getting off of my chest A quarter pint is a gill or a noggin And a sixth of a gill is a measure for floggin’ Providing one’s licence is intact None of the buses were late None of the pie was ate All participants agreed what had been meant And what could be inferred from the slight whiffy scent Without need for fissures to be rent
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