Dearth of Life
by T.S. Elliot
And there upon the road I sat, while a salamander spat.
This salamander was not much fun, similar to Guffington.
Johnson, though, knew his stuff, yet his name was not buff.
Noguff was his monicker, a flighty turd who kept not heard,
Nor seen, nor felt upon, opposite of Noah, sir.
For you see, Noah G., was how you started that man's name.
Now can you tell me who went and who came?
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