When one with t'other straightaway agrees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The understanding critic firstly sees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
It's one of many horrid happenings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The genealogist with field and fess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum