When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
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