Nobody can ever stop them, for the cream will always rise
You can try as you might to disguise it – imbellished rather unforgivingly, albeit unknowingly, by half-baked ideas
Utterly futile attempts by the very end
What’s goodness, what’s gracious, need always apply
The cherry atop – in this particularly ridiculous case a metaphorical apple of one such eye
Prise these pretenders right away
Say what you see, see what we say