De-Kanted

Immanuel Kant Immanuel Kant
He wasn't one to rave and rant
He did observe the timber crooked
And it should not be overlookèd
That Kant was known to take a drink
It helped him, oddly, how to think
And did he think! He thought, he thunk
His head was no mere meaty chunk
And Kant observed the timber crooked
Upon which thought we all got hookèd
For true it seemed to what we saw
It showed us why the moral law
Was something not to do without
Was something one should think about
For we are little crooked folk
Yes, even learned bookèd folk
Are crooked little timber folk
Though clever supple limber folk
And Kant it was who said 'Hey crooked!'
He could have said 'Your claws are hookèd'
Yet he did not, he spared us that
He didn't see us like a cat
He saw us more like twisty sticks
Like rough bent planks, no easy fix
He did observe the timber crooked
And this damn rhyme must be forsook (Ed.)
That Kant, you know, he was quite dogged
If he lived now, would he have bloggèd?