Q for the Quality-Control Inspector—vital man
In charge of seeing that these rhymes pass his evaluation.
“I’m not too strict,” he says, “and I’ll support you when I can,
But some things I cannot allow to pass examination.
“Turning to A,
What can I say?
You shouldn’t print polemics
Against the works
And tenured perks
Of harmless academics.
“The little rhyme for letter B just might insult a baker:
I think you should display a little more consideration.
And think of the Prime Minister! Your little jabs might shake her,
Thus compromising her ability to run the nation.
“And as for Q,
It just won’t do.
Such rot drips from your pen!
I think you ought
To scrap the lot
And start them all again.”