When one with t'other straightaway agrees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
That suede ferments is not at all well known
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The best of all things to an end must come