When one with t'other straightaway agrees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum