He bent right down to pick up his valise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
With gravity at gravity's great cog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum