Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The understanding critic firstly sees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum