MuNu Poetry

In keeping with what seems to be the custom round here, I will contribute what my mother claims to be a little piece of doggeral penned by Mr. Dennis Coot, er, Mr. John Keats:

The Sun shines down from meridian height
and illumins the depths of the sea.
Cry out the fishes, begining to sweat,
"Oh dammit, how hot we shall be!"