When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?