Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum