He bent right down to pick up his valise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The understanding critic firstly sees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum