He bent right down to pick up his valise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?