He bent right down to pick up his valise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The genealogist with field and fess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum