Sentence The Threehundredandthirtieth
She once knew a choux chef named Leo,
Who baked a fine brioche with brio,
But she jettisoned him,
For his true name was Jim,
And the rupestrine toad was a Keogh;
She then soon took up with a charmer,
Whose mesmerism failed to alarm 'er,
But when 'e got his 'ands,
On her delicate glands,
She shot 'im, before 'e could 'arm 'er!