Ahem. I call this one
Clue in the Missing Rhyming Dictionary
A slender singsong lachrymose bleeping
blights the dead air of a cellular sleeping -
oblong, purloined, your pants in the cleaners,
hey nonny, hey ninny - oh no, the neeners!
You may as well already be wieners!
I see to look when I saw the wouldn't
My earnest dull blend of erstwhile couldn't
be searched for the most able myrrh-knocked gnomes
Detects the obliging beat of Sam Spade.
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