He, Thomas, such huge Himalayan fire;
his ee, a spark for you to admire light,
bag of lea, something to retire delay.
If he’d agree, the buyer would request
for Bot or Hardy, fire up the verses;
read it without wire, see the text therein.
Search for a liar, let him be without truth.
Pray please hire an Aquinas; free of sin.
The mire will sink souls in her decree yet
Lyre, play only to those sinners like me.