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Mayhaps my merrymen
There may be melancholy meditation and maudlin moaning.
Meeting in measured marvelous maneuvers
In the manner of masculine mastery of melody.

Mercy me, my most modest of men,
May I mention that a meaningful meal of meaty material is
mustered in the mess hall?

Madame most of us were in the middle of mellifluence measures
Meandering down memory lane.
You may have just managed the murder of the moment.

My, my. Must I then immediately move the meal to the pigs’ trough?

Oh no, matchless mate! That moment I mentioned is mainly minor.