When one with t'other straightaway agrees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The understanding critic firstly sees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum