There was a grumpy man of Manila
who didn't care the slightest scintilla.
He'd lay on the horn -
even on Sunday morn.
When the sign failed, the Church hired a guerilla.
A man hopped in a cab in Toronto,
and said, "Get me to Yonge Street, pronto!"
"I'll need more detail,
it's a matter of scale,
that road cuts forty miles thru Toronto."
There was a heavy drinker from Tallinn
who drank Vana Tallinn by the gallon.
You've caught the great lie
I laxly let fly:
It comes in liters in metric Tallinn.