Here’s a poem for you by Morris Bishop entitled “To and Fro”:
I lately lost a preposition;
It hid, I thought, beneath my chair
And angrily I cried, “Perdition!
Up from out of under there.”
Correctness is my vade mecum,
And straggling phrases I abhor,
And yet I wondered, “What should he come
Up from out of under for?”
Wow, six prepositions in a row! That has to be something of a record.