Coffee trays

"Dear brainy – gone! Dear, dear brainy." Yes, indeed, poor Liz's brain had gone. "Coffee!" – only that could restore her battered cells. Quickly a bookcaseful was brought to her and an intravenous coffee supply was installed.

There once was a lass called Lizzy
Who was rather partial to coffee
She used to drink it all day
Preferably from a tray
And now she's got no brainy.

Just me and a few turnips. Never mind, I make up for the brain with discourse.

A chap who telephoned in Esperanto
Just in order to be obscuranto
Put in lots of expression
But still gave the impression
Of what or indeed if it meanto.