He bent right down to pick up his valise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum