Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum