When one with t'other straightaway agrees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum