When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?