Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum