Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum