Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum