He bent right down to pick up his valise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?