He bent right down to pick up his valise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum