He bent right down to pick up his valise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The Turks said just take anything you please
That suede ferments is not at all well known
It's one of many horrid happenings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum