He bent right down to pick up his valise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum