Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum