Squardled world we live on,

Flawrbled like a pancake.

You can storble and stawble

Say retoodle and retawdle,  

Science me with

Lumbering telescopes

And smart spectacles,

But science is no match

For dippeting knowledge,

Such like I do possess.

No!

Misridden, you have been,

Led arramble

By false truths

Told by scheming telescopes

And bedriddled spectacles.

You think you can

Reppungle me into believing your lies,

No!

This world is FLAT!

It’s your telescope that’s round,

Your eyes that are mistaken,

Your mind that has been twarged with,

Not mine!

You birbbelittering

Flittling

Fibbers,

Not one word you have spoken

In the name of your “science”

Can be swirbled into

Half a truth!

I say,

THE WORLD IS FLAT!