Sniffing sponges

 You said to me this what you are

Don't be a shrew when you're a shining star

You need not fear for where you are

You are in Shepton Mallet

Don't sniff my sponge or make my clunge 

Oh so final in accounting

There are no puns, to rhyme with guns

Or even out of banking

Do not make use of goats or sheep

Don't sniff around the border

There no ships that sail beneath

The out of way recorders

Don't sniff my sponge you say to me

Don't sniff my colour on TV

You can taste salt or umami

But don't you sniff the sponge of me

I care not for your crowing tongue

You lisp like Mister slow income

You hear me go, but you don't know bum

I fear you sniff my sponges

Don't clean up so you can see glowing

surfaces and hunches

Oh windy-winding hingey-grinding

Out of all expenses

I see you go down on the snow

And leave your foot print in clunches

You make such fantastic curries

That you eat as your lunches

When we are there the snow does fall

And under foot it crunches

But there are so few rhymes to rhyme

With you and sniffing sponges

I should go back, I should not stay

I should get flak, but not I'm gay

For being what I am and say

You keep on sniffing sponges

So be a good boy now and go

Out on your own in bunches

Oh follow your nose, just like god knows

But don't go sniffing sponges

There are so many words to rhyme

With house and horse and lunches

But so few now we must admit

Which rhyme with sniffing sponges