He bent right down to pick up his valise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
He bent right down and well what did he seize
That suede ferments is not at all well known
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?