He bent right down to pick up his valise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum