Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
That suede ferments is not at all well known
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum