‘Forgive me, for I know whom I unglue.
Scrod in Boston, gulled in London Colney.
The weight of troths plied knowingly untrue
stunt me while coughing, pulled through Horton’s colon
with broths he scarfed that glowed with snail-trail dew.
Scrod, again in Boston, on the train,
rate tape wrapped around the captain’s head.
Chips in Chipping Norton. Late-night curry
of Alsatian, sating after-hours drinkers.
Press-ganged pralines ending up as clinkers.’

(translated from the original New Bacterium as dictated by Escherichia coli O157:H7)