He bent right down to pick up his valise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?