Rhyme and punishment
Rene says, "I think not,"
And promptly Descartes ... disappears.
Three Slugs, retold as an 18th-century ballad
Buy me some hooch and I'll tell of a guy
Who orders his drinks in threes.
Always the same: Three shots of rye,
In silence. No shootin' the breeze.
One day I says, "Buddy, what is it with these?"
He looks right at me and he winks.
"Two brothers I've got. They're at war overseas.