When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
It's one of many horrid happenings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
And let you off from your opinions glum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum