ON SAINT JENNIFER AS SHE FALLS BLAZING FROM THE SKY
Whan Jeanfir hastonne yonder shabrix
An lucid myornes snewlaye thatrix
What oem ishthorpyl, ingloriortryl
Flowe phlamenhote fagundal hofstix
Knowen shifally antwon dengrund
Shiyel noffeelette irsends isgund
Vutiyel cazure, yetowenyun nazure
Fore Jeanfir inhabixe smushlyke anund.

TRANSLATION: OWNSEN JEANFIR ASHYFALLE BLAISEN FIRTHASKIN
When Jennifer has over yonder shat bricks
And let loose millions of new theatrics
Which come in their piles -- not gloriful trials
Flowing flaming hot like a bundle of sticks.
Now when she falls onto the ground
She will not feel it, her senses are gone.
But I will catch her -- yet how, I'm not sure
For Jennifer in habits is much like a nun.