When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
That suede ferments is not at all well known
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?