He bent right down to pick up his valise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
They both are right not unformed smatterings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum