The Adventures of Master Cleanse and Dunmore Throop: PART I

OPENING VOLLEY: The Coffee Prophet

"Master Cleanse," quoth the Throop,
"I am sluggish, and cold. What remedy can you suggest?"
"Go boil your head in a pot of stale bread.
Yes! That," squawked Sir Cleanse, "would be best."

"But Sir Cleanse," Throop persisted,
"That cannot be right. The Great Coffee Prophet denies it!"
D. Throop was correct. Such an action, in fact--
Well, the Groundsmaster sure would despise it.

For you see, gentle reader,
The Throop and the Cleanse were beholden to someone called Joe.
They were "Slaves of the Bean" (though it might sound obscene);
Lord Tisane was their unrivaled foe.

'Twas for reasons unclear
That the vat of stale bread was anathema to our friends' mission.
Nevertheless, the Cleanse promised redress--
Cuz pots ain't for nuthin' but pissin'.

FIN