Arthur bursts

There once was a harsh smoker's cough,
Whose owner was (oddly) a moth,
When it flew round the room
The cosmos went foom,
And they misreconstructed its froth.

Isn't it always?

"Or at least nominality," said Arthur, bursting. Emu return served upon his return, serve, ice will resume nonpresently in a mode quite unlike negative absence.

"Let's just swell" – Clint.