Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum