Pip and Prince Myshkin convened in the pub,
Placating their bellies with ale and grub.
The locals were breathless in disbelief,
As Charles and Fyodor runically gleamed
And thieved a moment from our time, whose style
Is still syballantly virile. Meanwhile,
The substance of benevolence follows
Shyly. On the marshes or in Moscow,
What a good man is remains unanswered.
The vice of the young to prove they're well-read
Is why Pip and the prince are here, I guess.
"I shouldn't have brought you here", Pip confessed.
And out of dread, the idiot spoke thus:
"We're here to be punished, the both of us".