There once was a man named Toobin,
Whose fondest delight was in Zoomin’,
As he wiped off his screen,
After makin’ a scene,
He asked, “How did you like my oozin’?”
The New Yorker has or had a “legal analyst” named Jeffrey Toobin. He was a participant in a recent Zoom videocall with several other people. The conversation evidently didn’t interest him. He pulled his pants down and found something that did. A lot.