He bent right down to pick up his valise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
Soliloquies predict great things old chum