Ode' to Shannon


This is the story of a misaligned miscreant from
post-nineteenth century Dickens era New Jersey.

A misled mountebank who hawks his nostrum
which he touts as "The champagne of tears" to
the dunderheads on the cobblestone for fifty
quid a flasket!

A tiskit a tasket,
fifty quid a flasket!

A tiskit a tasket,
fifty quid a flasket!

Fair warning!!
There's a lesson herein to be learned:
When your dealing and dueling with nostrums,
(as Mr. Shannon done)
mind you, there is one thing that you shant be
ignorant of.
The nostrum will inevitably breathe the
life out of your nostrils! Now, don't that
sound like fun???