He bent right down to pick up his valise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The understanding critic firstly sees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
It's one of many horrid happenings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The genealogist with field and fess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb