The Truth

Truth? Strewth! Tell it to Bruthe,
Show it to Cherie, the once-upon Booth,
Over my head there's a cat-hot tin Ruth,
Some might say gadzooks but I say forsooth!

Truth? Where's your prooth, you goggle-eyed goothe?
Don't thtink the plathe up with windths you've let loothe,
I am a little too long in the tooth
To be fooled by opinions of callow dis-youth.

Come waken Boy Blue and explode up your horn,
Your verities wheaty, your truths are but corn,
It now leaves me feeling so tattered and torn,
Supremacy is but the ultimate bourne.