Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?