When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum