When one with t'other straightaway agrees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum