Privy Jib
by 3 Leonards and a Macnee

We lazed in the privy by day,
Qi blazed the auk's fig,
A pox on your mill's privacy!
Aye, java foe, your ogee does moan.
Tote the tottling koi,
Quieten the gaze of the inner zag.
The hoe grazed days,
Cure the tin sinner winners
With drays of ivy,
Truce is the crux of the jib.