When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Bard I adore your endless monologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb