When one with t'other straightaway agrees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
His toga rumpled high above his knees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum