I'll drop hands on
Your top and fon-
dle cranially.*
I hope to gain
Knowledge of brain
Manually.

So let me play now with your dome. . .
Phrenology.

Don't be aggrieved
If I should squeeze
On your headbone.
Hemisphere right
Has got a slight,
I think, dead zone.

Don't get uptight as mousse I plow:
Phrenology.

I can ken your character trait,
Please permit me, pal, to palpate.
Nogginal nodes will tell to me:
Jealousy, if, e.g.

Oh dear, I fear
The bumps make clear,
You're cleaved in twain.
You might--sh*t!--go
At night shizo
Till moon will wane.

Looks like I've found your evil clone:
Friend not of me.

The eventide will hew your mouth
Prognathic'lly.**

Wish I'd never caressed your pate--
Found regressive character trait.
Nocturnal gnome, Hyde you will be. . .
Jeckyll diurnally.

Oh dear, it's clear
That you I fear:
One tier's insane.
Stay clear at night,
Till early light
Has tamed your brain.

Don't come around after sun's shone, nocturnally.
Don't bother me nocturnally,
Don't follow me nocturnally,
Don't knock on me nogginally.


*three syllables
**prognathic: having protruding jaws