Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum