When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The understanding critic firstly sees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum