This is really just some silliness, but I like the rhythm of the word
I was munchin’ on my luncheon,
Why, just the other day
When a gentleman approached me in a most peculiar way
He was walkin’, he was hunchin’
As though from an affray
And a jewel bedecked truncheon
Was lurking in his cape
The function of the truncheon
Was clearly for a punchin’
And I espied upon his belt
A pouch there was a-bunchin’
I’m not willing at this junction
To remark upon his unction
And so this ends my tale
Of the countenance of Kunchen