On his twenty-fourth day at Boston, Manuel did send to me...
Twenty-four cheesy curds,
Twenty-three french fries,
Twenty-two layer cakes,
Twenty-one crumbs in a fudge tray!
Twenty twitching eyelids,
Nineteen nervous gnashers,
Eighteen failed exorcisms,
Seventeen sordid scandals,
Sixteen shortchanged students,
Fifteen fractious confreres,
Fourteen faked photo albums,
Thirteen thwarted theories,
Twelve devils delving,
Eleven Pablos preaching,
Ten leaps of logic,
Nine loan sharks leering,
Eight minds a-melting,
Seven shills a-shilling,
Six priests vacating,
Five folding chairs!
Four scolding words,
Three henchmen,
Two troubled tweets,
and a Pfeiffer in a fig tree!