Ernest the Earnest Man

Ernest was an earnest man,

Who knew the difference

Between then and than.

Well Suited for the popery,

But settled for some potpourri.

He thew some in a decorative bowl,

When through the door he

Expected company to flow.

He placed his specs upon his nose,

To search out places 

Specks of dust might grow.

He built his house on a stake of land,

And sat down to a steak dinner, fork in hand.