Sentence The Fivehundredandseventyfourth 

 Not to be pleonasmic, this sentence is short,

"Aha!" you cry, the expected retort;

As Inspector Ferguson of the Gorbals Cop Shop,

Re-lit his pipe, he heard a loud >POP<

And two jejune urchins burst in through the door,

One, Snooker Tam, commanded the floor;

"We's cornered ra Boodler," said wee Snooker Tam,

His brother's face covered in strawberry jam;

"E's stole ra ID of a Merryhull Maun,

Is wife an is business, is oose an is vaun,

Now we's no bin drinkin, it's bad fur oor healf,

This maun as we's saw is no machine elf,

E's flesh an e's blud an e's evil as sin,

E's The Truder AKA, wull ye please run im in?"