Enroute to Prolifica,
Whupsteen hit some beefy speed bumps.
After all, he had gone to the mall,
had gotten insulted for wearing cheap clothes,
but had then exulted, responding in prose:
“Hah! You of the preppy persuasion
“You know I’ve got you licked!”
“For I save funds on just such an occasion,
due to the threads I picked!”
“These canvas bags and burlap sacks
I wear with endless pride;
no high price tags torn off those racks,
and I feel good inside!”
So much for his chivalrous chirping;
it was time to repair to the café
for fine java slurping.