The Incling - A Nonsense Poem

There was an Incling
on a Nod
which throught of Bean
and pickled Clod.

And so the Nod did say
to Mit,
"Make now a pickled
Clod-Bean Sit!"

The Sit was done
and so begun
the clunch and clobber
of the Mun.

And then the Mun did say,
"'Tis fin!"
To Nod and Mit
and Hairy Chin.

Forthwith, the Incling shook
the Nod,
and gave a toast
to Pickled Clod.