He bent right down to pick up his valise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum