Kipper
Something very fishy here
Something off, methinks
Something like a lie, my dear
Something frankly stinks
Be prepared for sudden reek
Be prepared for whiff
Those who fib each time they speak
Are seldom worth a sniff
Kipper smoke and mirrors
Get your nostrils braced
Buy your pot pourri, sirrahs
And mind the aftertaste
Once a kipper, always oily
Fumigate your plate
Perfume every napkin, doily
Here comes the head of state
Beware him when he’s jokey
Beware him when he’s not
He’s a noxious, hairy smokie
Yet boneless, like as not
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