(With a tip of the Uly Poe turban to Mr Dickens.)
Note gestes by festive mimes
whose crest shows zest of limes,
undress'd -- in jest, it's guess'd --
thrice bless'd (id est: three times!),
express'd as "Test of Bimes:
a Spooner'd Nest of Rhymes"
abreast the vestry chimes
whilst Heston, vested, climbs
a chest in quest of dimes.
Out west, twin pests betimes
(both slimes) confess'd their crimes.
[The rest's just mess'd-up primes.]
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