Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The Turks said just take anything you please
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?