I searched for threads on this subject and there were too many to sort through finding out if this had been posted before.
I just came across this gem by Morris Bishop, and for those unfamiliar with it, here it is for your enjoyment:
I lost a naughty preposition,
He lived, I think, beneath my chair.
I cried aloud to him, Perdition!
Come on up out from down under there."
Now, language is my vade mecum,
And straggling phrases I abhor,
And yet I wonder, what should he come
On up out from down under for?