Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
The best of all things to an end must come