Rhymeinate – By J. C. C. Paterson (alphabet poetry)

1908

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RHYMEINATE.

BY J. C. C. PATERSON

What do you think the sailor ate?
Why, nothing more nor less than bait,
Which some one left in an old crate
Of very long-forgotten date.
Then with his head and heart elate,
He cried, "I mind not any fate,"
And firmly walked out past the gate.
But a Turkish Khan, with ardent hate,
At this saying grew irate.
And said, "He shall not jubilate
While I am Khan of this Khanate;
And though it now may be too late,
On board my yacht I'll make him mate;
And should he there his lies narrate,
Or to my crew try to orate,
With a capstan-bar I'll break his pate,
And hang him up on a board quadrate;
And then to my subjects I'll relate,
In an address on affairs of state,
That this man had one serious trait,
Which would tend to underrate
The nation's honor, and make vibrate
The lives of all, so I couldn't Wait
So long as the life of a Xerobate
To throw him down from the minaret yate,
Or give him a dose of zirconate.