It's Malcolm, Not Malcomb Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There once was a fellow from Britain
who had recently thought of and written
with a grain of defiance
a great book of true science
Many readers were thoroughly smitten.

So I figured I needed the book.
Just to have a most painstaking look.
But I got no reply
only God must know why,
What I said, was it gobbledygook?

If you want a considered review
then you'd send without further ado
wrapped and signed with some flair
per priority air,
I shall study it all in the loo.

Note: This is all about a very good book
written by a friend from Britain who has
procrastinated in sending me an
autographed copy.
The bribe is working as we speak.