There was a diligent soldier from Bishkek
whose boots never saw as much as a speck,
but marching to the flagpole
he showed scuffs on the sole,
and the Sergeant said, "Your uniform 's a wreck!"
A baker from the city of Bishkek
made breads that were so fully bedecked -
the patterns so fancy -
I felt so unclassy,
devouring every last crumb and fleck.