..a tale of a fruct’d toffs wife

Richard, a Viscount was somewhat dyslexic

For Knightly his sucking sour fruit made him sick

He’d mistook what he’d read

For he thought it had said

Was “for verses get your tongue round a lime Rick”
His wife said “my brick, your lipstick is citric

Our unfructiful life is missing its kick

When you come to our bed

Whither pencil of lead?

Oh Rich, oh my Ricky, my limey lick’d Dick”