When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The Turks said just take anything you please
That suede ferments is not at all well known
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum