He bent right down to pick up his valise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
That suede ferments is not at all well known
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Bard I adore your endless monologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum