When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum