Immense was training, greats were cost
but prosaic turned romantic was all but lost.

Opened the door, all white wild frost
White seemed glommy, threw
some chocolate sauce.
Took a small trek, invaded a bar
Found Him, the Tapster, there you are!

Asked me, He, what's with the smell?
I knew, meself, smart sleuth in hell.
Went out snifling, each sacred clock.
Few old, many...