He bent right down to pick up his valise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The understanding critic firstly sees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?