Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The genealogist with field and fess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum