Disclaimer: I in no way claim to be good at poetry, and realize this supposed follows no sort of expected Reason, though it does Rhyme. Thus, I apologize in advance for the agony this brief piece might induce.
Second disclaimer: In the intention of preserving honesty, my source for many of the names used in the poem is this blog, rather than my imagination: benedictcumberbatchgenerator.tumblr.com
Oh Bombadil Countryside,
Your name is known both far and wide.
(On the internet it cannot hide.)
Oh Benadryl Claritin,
Is messing up your name a sin?
(At least we don’t say “garbage bin”.)
Oh Beetlejuice Snickersbar,
Your name is heard both near and far.
(Were the letters formed on a distant star?)
Oh Burgerking Wafflesmack,
Why does your name sound like a snack?
(It always reminds us of cookies we lack.)
Oh Blenderdink Crumplehorn
Why are your characters so forlorn?
(Perhaps your name is what they scorn.)
Oh Britishguy Sillyname,
Nothing is greater than your fame
(Even if no one can pronounce your name.)
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