He bent right down to pick up his valise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?