Banalisation

A well-known poem reduced to banality by changing the words, including the rhyme words, but not the rhyme scheme

Oh my glove’s like an auld, auld rag

That’s truly past its best;

Oh my glove’s like a mangled mit

That some dog’s chewed in jest.

As auld art thou, my lambskin friend,

So fond o’ thee I am:

And I will wear thee still, my dear,

Till skinned is every lamb.

Till skinned is every lamb, old glove,

And plucked is every hen;

I will praise thee still, old glove,

While ink runs in my pen.

And wear the weel, my goodly glove,

Wear weel thee will, for sure!

And I will wear still, my glove,

Tho’ I had ten thousand more.