When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The understanding critic firstly sees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum