Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?