He bent right down to pick up his valise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The Turks said just take anything you please
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?