There once was a black bug so frail
Instead of a parry, she'd flail
With words, she'd address
And tried to impress
With vocab she found in a pale

When logic bends too far to reach
It is easy instead just to preach
Of "ends that are nigh"
Rather than try
To broaden your mind: crafty peach.

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 14th of Chakros, in the year 468 MA.