When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The understanding critic firstly sees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum